Folk legend has it that the ‘devil’s ceilidh’ opens up a chink of time at midnight on midwinter’s eve. Into this falls a 28 year-old postgraduate student called Prudencia Hart. Despite her supposed expertise in the topography of hell in Scottish balladry, she is caught unawares and spends four millennia looking out from a bed […]

Greg McLaren has been singing – a lot. One day McLaren decided to venture into the world and sing, replacing every mode of speech in his day-to-day activities with song, no matter how mundane. Doris Day can Fuck Off is the result of his self-imposed task. Wearing an 80s pop punk get-up we see Greg scrambling amongst […]

Meet Gwyn Thomas, who is dead. He won’t lie down but he does occasionally slump on a sofa clutching the urn that holds his ashes, and often he’s to be found perched on a staircase, listening in on his father and his younger self, or eavesdropping on his neighbours. ‘Tell him to…’ he says, planting […]

What remains after death? Rags, bones, memories, melodies… Ah yes, melodies! Long after the piano lid has been slammed shut for the last time, the notes live on, echoing forever around the great soundbox that is this earthly world. Grid Iron, the kings and queens of Scottish site-responsive theatre, have created a brand-new promenade piece […]

As I skate in a few seconds before the performance (after running up and down The Scotsman steps to check the platform for a train back to Glasgow), the box office are just about to sell my ticket. ‘It’s a very popular show,’ they say, as apologies follow on both sides. Sure enough, three of […]