Tuesday, 31 January 2012

hamlet - michael sheen - young vic - tue 3 jan

I saw Hamlet at the Young Vic on Tuesday 3 January. Michael Sheen as Hamlet; Benedict Wong (as Laertes) the only other cast member I knew before, though the name Sally Dexter is so familiar that I'm sure I must have seen her in something (although nothing from her biog rings a bell, so I could be mixing her up with someone else).

My summary review would be that most of the performances were very good, including Michael Sheen, but that the production was peculiar and didn't bear analysis. It did make a refreshing change however to see a production in which Hamlet was actually mad - it's hard to think of the last time I saw one where he wasn't obviously sane and putting it on.

I knew beforehand that the setting was some kind of psychiatric unit, but I avoided reading any more about it than that. So I'll describe what I think was going on, and then read the reviews and see if that's what's meant to have been going on (I presume the professional reviewers would have had the benefit of press packs and so on).

If you arrived at 7 (for 7.30) and wanted to (which I did), you could go on the pre-performance journey in. This involved being taken out of the front of the building and then back in through a back door, through corridors and past rooms and into the auditorium through the back of the stage area and going to your seats across the performance area (on the floor, raked seats around three sides, at the back (through which we came) a secure entrance lobby/office plexiglassed off from the 'stage' area (and in front of which a big metal door could come down, with siren and flashing light). The corridors and rooms had actors in them, and were set up as part of the secure psychiatric facility which was the setting (including a gym space where they were doing fencing, which seems pretty implausible, but hey).

As I mentioned in my last Hamlet production post, this also opened with a dialogue-free representation of Hamlet's father's burial. On the coffin are old Hamlet's coat and sword, which Hamlet takes away. He dresses himself in these for 'the ghost', which indicated to me that the Ghost was in his mind. The opening court scene is set up as a something like a group therapy session. I'd say Claudius was the chief psychiatrist, Polonius a therapist (and no one's father), Laertes a patient being released (he is roughly escorted out the back door by staff), Gertrude another patient with whom Claudius is having an inappropriate relationship and who is not Hamlet's mother at all, Ophelia another patient (not related to either Polonius or Laertes), the soldiers and courtiers are other staff and attendants, R&G former patients, and Horatio is a visitor of some kind (her role in this is perhaps the most unclear in fitting into the setting - I did wonder if she was imaginary, but she interacted with others). For the grave scene and the remainder of the play the middle of the stage area lifts up to reveal sandy ground below (another similarity to the German version); Polonius and Ophelia are present and moving about from this point on too (Ophelia as Osric), not sure if they were ghosts/figments of Hamlet's imagination or had not actually died (I think the former). The big 'shock' at the end was that when Fortinbras took off the helmet of his ?biohazard suit it was Hamlet, which again made no sense at all to me. I think it's true that no one but Hamlet saw or heard the Ghost; and I think it's true that when Claudius was praying in his office behind the plexiglass and Hamlet tweaked the intercom so he could hear what was being said, Hamlet was mouthing all the lines, so that in fact we were only hearing what he imagined he could hear, and Claudius was not really confessing to the murder of Hamlet's father.

Whatever the pros and cons of the staging, the performances were good, particularly Hamlet, and also Polonius, Laertes, Ophelia (descent into further madness quite well done), R&G (female of the two formerly in a relationship or love with Hamlet); less keen on Claudius and Gertrude; Horatio (female) probably not helped for me by the uncertainty of the role in the staging. I enjoyed it despite the staging, and at least the staging was an interesting approach which they'd tried to make work throughout the play (rather than applying to some bits and not others; sometimes productions can be a ragbag of ideas), even if I didn't buy it.

Doubtless there will be many reviews, some of which may remind me of particular points (I've been meaning to write this for ages, so may have forgottne some of the points I had in mind), and some of which might put me right on what was meant to be going on. Guardian ('the acid test of any concept is whether it liberates the play and, for me, this doesn't. It may be intellectually ingenious but its practical effect is to present the action through the prism of Hamlet's personal anxiety. If the play is the Freudian fantasy of a confined patient, it reduces the other characters to elements in his dream'). Telegraph ('Michael Sheen could be right up there among the great Hamlets but director Ian Rickson's gimmicky production is a disaster.'). Independent. Evening Standard. There Ought To Be Clowns. Time Out. The Young Vic production page (with some links including a blog and audience reviews (which, fair play, include some negative comments - and also included a comment from one Laura Steel who said some of the same things I did above, including Gertrude not being mum and the doubt about Claudius's guilt)). What's On Stage. Huffington Post. Daily Mail. California Literary Review. New Statesman. Sans Taste (yes, it was like a mass grave or secret graveyard - in which Polonius and old Hamlet had been secretly buried? - was being prepared/revealed at the end, marking/covering up the end of a disastrous institution). The Stage. Roderick Random. The Arts Desk (yes, at points you did wonder if Polonius was another patient rather than a therapist). Telegraph Seven magazine. What's On Stage review roundup. Carousel of Fantasies. Monkey Matters. FT. Peter Viney (new blog to me, quite a good analysis). John Morrison. A Younger Theatre. Between the Acts. Rev Stan blog (plus production photos).

Mixed reviews, really, then; several think Michael Sheen is good despite production. Several think it's all or mostly in his mind; no one seems to be going along with my interpretation that none of the characters on stage are actually related. I'd forgotten about the use of Roy Orbison's Crying for the play scene, which made me think, deliberately or otherwise, of Blue Velvet.

Sunday, 29 January 2012

here comes the sun unused guitar line

Here's a Youtube clip of George Martin, Giles Martin and Dhani Harrison talking while listening to the master of Here Comes The Sun and turning up a channel which carries an unused guitar line.

Saturday, 28 January 2012

resentment

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die
~ Carrie Fisher (quote from the Word magazine email of 19 January - may not be a Carrie original, a quick google doesn't help)

Friday, 27 January 2012

miranda hart's dad

Learnt from the Radio Times: Miranda Hart's dad was the commanding officer of HMS Coventry when it was sunk during the Falklands War.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

faith is the force that binds communities together

Faith is the force that binds communities together
- Charles Clarke column, Evening Standard, 23 January

Extract:
My work in inner-city Hackney in the early 1980s convinced me, despite my personal agnosticism, that the contribution of religion overall needs to be taken much more seriously in British life.
Almost every leader of the voluntary, community and charitable organisations which promoted education, social care and community strength did it because of their own committed religious faith. They wanted to fulfil the faith values by which they had chosen to live.
The main faiths of the world all promote love, understanding, respect and hope, care by the strong for the weak and societies based upon justice. Yet despite this, some secular thinkers seek to denigrate faith, maintaining that it is fundamentally violent and irrational. They cite the abuses within the Catholic Church, the fatwa against Salman Rushdie or al Qaeda fundamentalism to reinforce the claim that religion itself inspires such evils.
They oppose faith schools by reference to "Belfast" or "Beirut", as though these conflicts were caused uniquely by faith. Surely it is far truer that the promoters of such conflicts abuse the label of faith.
Humanists and atheists would rightly deny that beliefs such as theirs lead inevitably to the secular totalitarianism of Stalin, Hitler or Pol Pot. They should not argue that theism leads inevitably to the sectarianism they rightly dislike.
Faith cannot be brushed under the carpet. In the last UK census, 77 per cent of people described themselves as religious. It is impossible seriously to assess education, community development, social care, scientific and technological change, counter-terrorism or constitutional reform without serious consideration of the relationships between faith and politics and the way in which religion works in Britain today.

ansible extract

Douglas Adams was invoked as reassurance that it's OK for a serious journalist to like _Doctor Who_ and interview Matt Smith, because this is safely different from all that horrid sci-fi stuff: 'Surely there are parallels with Douglas Adams -- one of the early Who writers -- who later, in Hitchhiker's, created a universe to explore not science fiction but the human condition.' (Euan Ferguson, _Observer_, 4 December)
- Ansible, January 2012

london underground tube stations have no light switches

London Underground Tube stations have no light switches: Councils have been turning off street lights to save money and protect other services from the cuts, but London has bucked the trend and added more lights in the last year.
And half of London Underground's Tube stations have no light switches which means the lights can never go out, and Transport for London (TfL) has no idea how much that is costing.
- BBC, 23 January. A video report, rather than article.

Thursday, 19 January 2012

michael jackson's robert burns songs to be released

Michael Jackson's Robert Burns songs to be released: Singer's collection of showtunes inspired by Burns's poetry could be donated to a Scottish museum by David Gest
- Guardian, 17 January

sleeping murder; the uncommon reader

Finished reading Sleeping Murder by Agatha Christie last night. A posthumous publication, final Miss Marple, written decades earlier. I'd assumed it was held back because of some finality in relation to Miss M, but no; and it also turned out to be not very good - I'm not one for trying to guess who did it in crime stories, but it was obvious pretty early on I'd say.

What is more interesting is, if Wikipedia's Sleeping Murder entry is to be believed, this: 'On page 509 of her autobiography Christie refers to the last Poirot and Miss Marple novels that she penned during the Second World War by saying she had written an extra two books during the first years of the war in anticipation of being killed in the raids, as she was working in London. One was for Rosalind, she says, which she wrote first – a book with Hercule Poirot in it – and the other was for Max – with Miss Marple in it. She adds that these two books, after being composed, were put in the vaults of a bank, and were made over formally by deed of gift to her daughter and husband.' The Poirot being Curtain, presumably. Writing extra books, in anticipation of your death, for your family's income...

I also read yesterday Alan Bennett's The Uncommon Reader, his very short book about the Queen taking up reading, which I found preposterous, pointless and insightless. There was also a surprising amount to do with homosexuality in it. Which made me think of watching the film version of The History Boys to find that the main theme was that teachers sexually abusing or having sex with pupils should be viewed more sympathetically than it is. Which reminded me of the Time Out theatre listing on the play, when it was on in London, expressing surprise that this theme seemed to go critically unremarked though it shouldn't - at the time it surprised me that Time Out picked up on it and others hadn't seemed to, but I hadn't realised that the theme was so overt (assuming the film reflects the play).

london park hotel site latest

City Hall seeks developer for Elephant & Castle 360 skyscraper: A competition to select a developer to revive a stalled project to build a 44-storey tower at Elephant & Castle is about to be launched by the Homes and Communities Agency and the Greater London Authority.
- London SE1, 19 January. This is the London Park Hotel site; article also refers to current proposal for leisure centre site, which includes a tower block.

tanni grey-thompson on assisted dying

Dame Tanni Grey-Thompson: I am increasingly concerned by Falconer's language on assisted dying
- Politics Home, 19 January

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

god need not be the enemy of science

God need not be the enemy of science: “New atheists” like Richard Dawkins are wrong to insist that modern science can no longer be reconciled with religious belief, argues Mehdi Hasan. In fact, there are many distinguished scientists who happily claim both.
- New Statesman, 9 January

Saturday, 14 January 2012

leasthelpful.com

leasthelpful.com - an entertaining site of reviews/comments, mainly on products for sale on Amazon, which aren't very helpful.

Friday, 13 January 2012

neil kinnock's daughter-in-law

Neil Kinnock's daughter-in-law is Helle Thorning-Schmidt, the Danish prime minister.

private eye 9 dec

From Private Eye, 9 December:

Number crunching
23 - Percentage of Unite trade union members eligible to vote who voted for last week's industrial action, which David Cameron cited as proof it was 'wrong to strike and to close so many classrooms and essential services'
23 - Percentage of UK population eligible to vote who voted for Conservatives in 2010 general election, as result of which David Cameron is happy to serve as prime minister

A reader's letter says that a version of Dad's Army's 'Don't tell him, Pike!' line was originally used in a Goon Show in the 1950s: 'When Henry Crun is asked for his name Minnie Bannister says "Don't tell him, Henry".'

Thursday, 12 January 2012

abbey road webcam

There's a webcam on the Abbey Road Studios site of the Abbey Road crossing, where you can see people taking photos of each other crossing and of what I guess is a road sign (or studio sign). It's the place in London I'm most surprised I haven't been to yet.

Later: posted it on Facebook; John Innes said, 'I'm surprised more people don't get killed! I've walked past it a couple of times, but only since I left Edinburgh.' Then John said, 'Edinburgh? London!' I said, 'It must be infuriating for local drivers - I think every time I've looked there have been people on or hanging around the crossing.'

london's execution sites

Interesting Londonist article detailing London's execution sites.

text joke

A conversation I had with Douglas yesterday afternoon (about someone who for years couldn't work out why people put random punctuation at the end of texts and emails - which turned out to be emoticons) reminded me of the joke text conversation along these lines:
- text from mum: What do IDK, LY, TTYL mean?
- I don't know. Love you. Talk to you later.
- Okay, I'll ask your brother.

Monday, 9 January 2012

when paul simon met john stott

Paul Simon: 'God Comes Up a Lot in My Songs'. The legend on spirituality in his music, on evangelicals, and a memorable conversation with John Stott.
- Christianity Today, 9 January

Extract:
Simon said he was recording in England when he saw a 2004 New York Times column by David Brooks, which described Stott's approach to faith.
"The piece was about how embarrassed some Christians were by the televangelists, and (it) said, no one ever talks about this guy, but he's a really good thinker," Simon said.
He decided he wanted to meet Stott, and a friend helped connect them. Simon called the theologian and offered to take him out for dinner. He said Stott told him he didn't go out much anymore and instead invited the musician to his flat for tea and biscuits.
"I'd say we spent two or three hours there," Simon recalled. "I talked about everything that was on my mind about things that seemed illogical, and he talked about why he had come to his conclusions."
Simon was very impressed by Stott. "I liked him immensely," he told me. "I left there feeling that I had a greater understanding of where belief comes from when it doesn't have an agenda."
"It didn't change my way of thinking," he added, "but what I liked about it was that we were able to talk and have a dialogue."
Simon said the conversation was meaningful to him because he was "disheartened" by so much divisive rhetoric in American culture, particularly when it comes to religion.
"I was interested in speaking to the John Stotts of the world and other evangelicals because my instinct was that the animosity is not as deep as being depicted in the media, and anecdotally speaking, I have found that that's the truth," he said.

Friday, 6 January 2012

mark kermode meets danny baker

After a year or so [as film reviewer on the Radio Five breakfast show] things started to change and the breakfast show (dubbed Morning Edition) found itself under the incoming care of the self-proclaimed 'New Sheriff in Town' - Danny Baker. I'd never actually met Danny before he got the job at Five, but as a teenaager I'd stuck to my bedroom wall a review he wrote for the NME of the abysmal post-Sex Pistols cash-in LP Sid Sings which began with the timeless phrase: 'If rock 'n' roll had any backbone it would close Virgin Recods down.' That review was music to my ears, as were two other famous stories about Danny: firstly, that he had forcefully remonstrated with a London shopkeeper for selling swastika T-shirts, a gesture which Julie Burchill had found to be 'really sweet'; and secondly that on the night of Elvis' death he had taken to the stage in a jeering punk club and told the assembled masses that there was more rebellion in Elvis' little finger than in all their dyed mohicans and safety-pinned bondage trousers.
- p251, It's Only A Movie, Mark Kermode

stayin' alive with vinnie jones

This is the British Heart Foundation's video on how to do manual CPR, with Vinnie Jones, and is nicely done.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

piper on chesterton

The Sovereign God of “Elfland” (Why Chesterton’s Anti-Calvinism Doesn’t Put Me Off)
- John Piper, 3 January, on Desiring God website

hamlet - schaubuhne berlin - barbican fri 2 dec

On Friday 2 December I saw my first foreign-language Hamlet, a German production from the Schaubuhne Berlin (famous for their radical productions, it seems, of which this is one) at the Barbican on Friday 2 December. It had surtitles, which had the interesting effect of helping you to realise that the apparently ad-libbed bits were actually planned (unless they had a live surtitler in action).

The setting was a large box of earth at the front (where the play started with a silent sequence, with atmospheric oppressive electronic music, depicting Hamlet's father's funeral in the rain (supplied by hoses), which was probably the best bit and the bit I'll remember most positively for longest) and a long table from left to right behind it (on a platform which could move backwards and forward, including over the earth box) and a bead-style curtain which could also move backwards and forwards. The table was set up for a wedding dinner, which is where the play proper started, though the table stayed there for rest of the play as I remember it.

(Coincidentally, the production I saw last night at the Young Vic - more of which later - also started with old Hamlet's burial and featured a sandpit in the second half. Perhaps not so coincidentally, because I've just read in the programme for this production mention of a talk at the Goethe Institute about Hamlet involving these two directors.)

A lot of flash but little in the way of insight. Hamlet in particular (Lars Eidinger) ad-libbed - planned or actual - and interacted with the audience (including going out into the audience) to an extent that was annoying and added nothing except got a reaction from the audience, primarily laughter. Made me think, oddly enough, of those preachers for whom getting laughs becomes a temptation because it's the only tangible response they can get from the congregation to what they're saying at the time (perhaps something to be said for the churches where people let them know what they think, with 'amen' and so on).

It was a small cast, with the one actress playing Gertrude and Ophelia. I didn't enjoy any of the performances in particular, all the characters including/especially Hamlet were unlikeable, and the production was just too gimmicky I thought.

Some reviews. Observer. Guardian. Carousel of Fantasies blog. A Younger Theatre. Arts Desk. Telegraph. British Theatre Guide. Exeunt. Theatremuet (interestingly, a blog by a German living in London). FT. Independent. Reviewsgate. They represent the approach accurately, but most like it a lot more than I did - the Arts Desk's negative review was closest to my own feelings. The production - and the critics - too pleased with themselves about being naughty with Shakespeare, but leaving nothing there. Not unlike Hamlet The Musical, just at the other end of the artistic spectrum. Also like The Musical, lots of appreciation in the reviews of the humour brought to the play, as if the play needed humour bringing to it and wasn't full of it already - easier to stick it in cheaply, and to me unfunnily than draw it out properly.

the elements

Here, a Youtube clip - audio, plus pics of each element as mentioned - of Tom Lehrer singing The Elements.

Here, impressively, is a Youtube clip of Daniel Radcliffe singing The Elements on The Graham Norton Show.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

london above the fog

Striking photo on Flickr taken from Canary Wharf of three other tall towers, including the Shard, poking out above the fog.

bible becomes 2011 bestseller in norway

Bible becomes 2011 bestseller in Norway: New translation's success, which saw queues outside bookshops, is not linked to Utøya murders, says publisher
- Guardian, 3 January

flying in the former soviet union

A few words about flying in the former Soviet Union. Back in the dark days of the early nineties there weremany hair-raising tales of air-related 'incidents' which gave teh impression that these were not the safest skies in the world. Most notioritously, on 23 March 1994 (a year after our Dark Waters adventure) Flight 593 flew out of Moscow and promptly crashed near Mezhdurechensk after the pilot allowed his fifteen-year-old son to 'have a go' sitting at the controls, accidentally overriding the autopilot and killing all seventy-five people on board. ...
... [A 2003 BBC News report on Aeroflot] contained confirmation of something whihc I had been wondering whether I had actually *imagined* for almost a decade: the fact taht as recently as the early nineties flight operators within the former Soviet Union 'regularly took on extra passengers for cash, resulting in dangerously overcrowded planes'.
[Goes on to tell story of buying tickets for a flight from Kiev to Moscow. Only allowed to pay buy cash; could only buy a ticket by giving a bribe at the ticket sales window; was then given tickets on which the fields for airline, flight no, destination, seat no, departure time etc were blank.]
When we got to the gate, it became clear exactly *why* there was no information on the ticket. There was a plane on the tarmac which was allegedly bound for Moscow, and a ragtag group of people in the departure lounge (or 'holding pen') all of whom had similarly unmarked tickets, and whose total number seemed surprisingly large for such a comparatively *small* vehicle. After waiting for an indeterminate period of time, the plane was declared ready for boarding, at which point an official opened a glass door facing the tarmac and the entire assembled crowd *ran* like a pack of rampaging hyenas out on to the runway and up the shuddering gantry in a desperate attempt to snag a seat - *any* seat. I was pretty sure that there were more people on the plane than was customary, but the doors weren't closed until we were crammed to busting and the last few stragglers were left waiting on the tarmac before being herded back into the cattle-yard to wait for the next plane.
If there were any safety announcements I missed them, as presumably did the people wo were still standing in the aisle and therefore unable to fasten their seatbelts. Instead, the plane lurched off down the runway and up into the air with its human cargo merrily rattling around like the milk bottles in Ernie's ghostly crate. Interestingly, although most aeroplanes tend to level out after completing their ascent, our flight seemed to be somewhat rear-end heavy and flew the entire distance from Kiev to Moscow at an angle which meant that if you dropped anything on the floor it would roll all the way back to the inevitably out-of-order toilets.
- p229, It's Only A Movie, Mark Kermode

martin hickey in time life

Two Youtube videos of my old boss Martin Hickey playing drums with 'Bradford post new wave group Time Life in 1982', the songs being Versailles and Cassandra Calling.

The Versailles clip page says, 'This was filmed in the attic of Undercliffe Rentals which has now been knocked down and turned into flats. Time Life reformed on boxing day 1992 to play the Diplomat Hotel (formerly the Metropole) along with the Love Room. Plans for a 30th anniversary gig in 2012 are currently on hold.'

The Cassandra Calling clip page says, 'Song recorded by Phil (Puss) Edwards on a 4 track cassette above Roots records on Lumb Lane. In 2009, Dave Pickard works for British Gas, John Beck wites the occasional No 1, Martin Hickey is a missionary and Mark Mortimer regularly visits Fannies........(ale house in Saltaire).'

I wanna be sedated

I was in the middle of an email to Leslie Leyland Fields, whose latest book is titled Parenting Is Your Highest Calling: And Eight Other Myths That Trap Us in Worry and Guilt, when I noticed it was quiet. Too quiet.
My not-quite-two-year-old son was napping peacefully, but I'd been working alongside a stream of chatter from my three-year-old daughter—and I noticed, all of a sudden, that her chatter had stopped. My fingers paused on the keys. Should I go and check up on her? Does "quiet" indicate "trouble?" Or do I assume she's all right for a few more minutes, and finish my email?
I voted to keep writing. When I was done I went in search of her, and found her sitting on the floor in the bathroom. She'd squirted out an entire tube of diaper rash ointment and smeared it all over her feet and legs—and, by extension, everything within about a six foot radius of where she was sitting.
"What on earth are you doing?" I asked.
She looked up at me, and extended a foot.
"So you can wash my feet," she said. "Like Jesus and Peter."
Like Jesus and Peter, indeed. I picked her up and washed her feet, a variant on the verse from John running through my head: Then, Lord, not just my feet but the floor, the sink, the tub, and the toilet as well! When I finished, I set her down and went back to turn off my computer, as my son had woken up from his nap in the meantime. I wasn't sure if the song I was humming as I went to pick him up was The Servant Song, or I Wanna Be Sedated.
- start of an interesting review in Christianity Today's Books & Culture, 22 December 2008

(Just found this as a draft post, dated 9 January 2009 - don't know if it's a draft of something I subsequently posted, but here it is in case it's not)

cold food on masterchef

John Torode, MasterChef judge, tells this week's Radio Times: 'I can tell you now that all the food we taste on MasterChef is cold. Once the dishes are cooked we have to spend time getting pretty, close-up shots so that you guys can see exactly what they look like. We've tasted more cold food than you've had hot dinners in your entire life. We're used to it, and if food is cooked and flavoured well, then it works.'

(Just found this as a draft post, dated 18 Feb 2008 - don't know if it's a draft of something I subsequently posted, but here it is in case it's not)

Monday, 2 January 2012

best table tennis shots of 2011

A Youtube clip: best table tennis shots of 2011. Hope we see something like this with our Olympics tickets.

hamlet the musical - richmond - 25 may

On Wednesday 25 May I went to the Richmond Theatre to see Hamlet The Musical. The best thing about it was how well the journeys there and back went; also, it wasn't very long. It was really quite poor. It had very little relationship with the actual Hamlet plot and text, and brought no insights or interesting angles of any kind. The music and songs weren't very good - the Oddsocks production earlier in the year had much inventive and relevant use of music, and setting soliloquy to music. One of these attempts to make something funny which brings all the supposed humour from external unrelated extra material, rather from the source itself, and which goes further and commits the cardinal sin of not actually being funny at all. It was music throughout - it was simply a bad musical based on Hamlet, rather than a version of Hamlet with music and songs. (I see in my diary at the time that I just referred to it as 'okay'; maybe I'm remembering it worse than it was, maybe it's just the bad things that have endured. My one-word memory description would be 'rotten'.)

I remember no particular detail, except that the young man playing the 'Hamlet' role, Jack Shalloo (he's got a website), gave a performance that was charmless and inept (I couldn't believe he'd actually released an album, but there it was in the foyer), as if you'd plonked Wayne Rooney into the part. Also they did Rosencrantz and Guildenstern like mini Dick and Dom, puppets in a box with the actors heads on. I hadn't knowingly seen anyone in it before.

Lets see what any reviews said. Official site. (Few of the regulars turn up.) Time Out. Public Reviews. Scott Matthewman. A Younger Theatre. UK Theatre Network. British Theatre Guide. Epsom Guardian. What's On Stage. Chrisparkle blog. There Ought To Be Clowns (ah, same as Public Reviews). They all really liked it, which I find extraordinary. Oh well.

notes from sad and angry chldren

Notes from sad and angry children, on a blog post on A Helicopter Mom's blog. All the notes came from Passive Aggressive Notes blog - here's their 'best of 2011' notes.