Writings

How It Ended Productions: You Obviously Know What I’m Talking About

How It Ended Productions: You Obviously Know What I’m Talking About

August 6th, 2012 by

Meet Winfield Scott-Boring. He lives all alone and never goes out. His little flat is piled high with old copies of Sea Angler magazine (he doesn’t go sea angling, he just likes reading the magazines), and he works in his pyjamas, ‘fixing the unfixable’. At night he goes to bed with a Californian self-help cassette […]

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Dancing Brick: Captain Ko and the Planet of Rice

Dancing Brick: Captain Ko and the Planet of Rice

August 6th, 2012 by

Behold Captain Jane Ko and her trusty robot sidekick Stark, going where no woman has gone before, into the land that time forgot. There are fossils and relics and remembrances of things past. There are new discoveries that seem worryingly familiar, forgotten quests, and retrod paths. Captain Ko is a triptych of short pieces by […]

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Bunk Puppets and Scamp Theatre: Slapdash Galaxy

Bunk Puppets and Scamp Theatre: Slapdash Galaxy

August 6th, 2012 by

Bunk Puppets, 2011 Total Theatre Award winners, have returned to the Fringe this year with another devilishly ingenious production. Slapdash Galaxy is Jeff Atchem’s usual brand of one-man makeshift shadow puppet extravaganza, but this time we are told the story of two brothers who are forced to go on a fantastical journey into outer space. And, as […]

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Silvia Gribaudi: A Corpo Libero

Silvia Gribaudi: A Corpo Libero

August 5th, 2012 by

Silvia appears at the back of the stage, against the blacks, head down, tugging at the hem of her brightly coloured, tight fitting, slinky little dress. Too little, perhaps, for her generous frame and a cause of consternation as she ripples her body through a dance that is anything but routine. She moves effortlessly and […]

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Tara Cheyenne Performance: bANGER

Tara Cheyenne Performance: bANGER

August 5th, 2012 by

‘I am half man,’ says Tara Cheyenne, disconcertingly clad in lingerie, toes pointed at the end of very long legs. ‘My father is a man, and his father before him.’ Within minutes she has adopted not just the uniform of a male head-banging teenage high school misfit, but the whole physicality of him. Acknowledging the […]

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