Presents and Absence

by Sarah

…..and when I say presents, I mean this lovely bundle of books I got for my birthday on Thursday! I had a fabulous day and was treated to a surprise trip to Cardigan’s… Continue reading →

Really Great Theatre Is For Life, Not Just For Christmas.

by Sarah

I’m a reader, I watch a lot of films, I occasionally get to classical concerts and galleries and sometimes even the Opera, but I rarely get to see plays any more. Thanks to… Continue reading →

The Most Perfect Place on the Planet to see ‘The Tempest’

by Sarah

Before we discovered the closely guarded secret of the utterly fabulous perfection of Pembrokeshire, I thought we’d end up living somewhere in Cornwall. Both my husband and I (along with everybody else in… Continue reading →

How to Traumatise your Children with High Culture: The Prequel

by Sarah

Stuck for what to do with a pair of bickering brats on a wet afternoon in the school holidays, My Mum chanced upon a local Am Dram Society production of Othello in the… Continue reading →

A Midsummer Night’s Murder

by Sarah

British summertime would not be complete without the incessant rain and strawberries of Wimbledon, a sunburnt, wasp-stung trip to the seaside, and a picnic while watching your local amateur dramatic society murdering Shakespeare’s… Continue reading →

Mr Bean as Romeo? You’re having a laugh!

by Sarah

In my teens, I went to see Sean Bean and Niamh Cusack in Michael Bogdanov’s production of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ for the RSC. I was not familiar with Sean Bean at the time,… Continue reading →

‘Beware the Ides of March’

by Sarah

As today is the Ides, or the 15th of March – famed as being particularly inauspicious for Julius Caesar, (and he can’t say he wasn’t warned!) – I thought it would be a… Continue reading →

Nobody’s Listening.

by Sarah

A few days ago, I caught an interview with Juliette Binoche on Radio 4’s Arts review program, ‘Front Row’. She was discussing her role in the already acclaimed production of Sophocles’ ‘Antigone‘, from… Continue reading →

Burn, Baby, Burn, like a Dystopian Inferno!

by Sarah

Reading Arthur Miller’s ‘Death of a Salesman’ in 2015 is like checking the timetable of a ship that’s long since sailed. If the seeds of style superceding substance, and being well-liked carrying more… Continue reading →