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Greg McLaren: Doris Day Can Fuck Off

Greg McLaren: Doris Day Can Fuck Off

August 10th, 2011 by

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 […]

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Told by an Idiot: The Dark Philosophers ¦ Photo: Toby Farrow

Told by an Idiot: The Dark Philosophers

August 10th, 2011 by

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 […]

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Grid Iron: What Remains

Grid Iron: What Remains

August 10th, 2011 by

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 […]

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Homo Promos: Strip Search

Homo Promos: Strip Search

August 10th, 2011 by

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 […]

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Theatre Ad Infinitum: Translunar Paradise ¦ Photo: Alex Brenner

Theatre Ad Infinitum: Translunar Paradise

August 10th, 2011 by

Oh heart, oh troubled heart! An old man, recently bereaved, sits and sits, the minutes ticking by with painful slowness. He makes tea, and out of habit pours two cups, one for him and one for his dead wife. And still he sits. Watching him in anguish is the spirit of his wife, desperate to […]

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