Andrew is on sabbatical but Phil is soldiering on to help you decide between the Merlot and the Marlowe and generally putting London's West End theatre to rights
Graham Norton interviewed Zandra Rhodes (right) on one of his many television shows and asked her something along the lines of: “When you’re getting dressed in the morning, is there no point at which you think ‘Right, I’ve put enough things on now. I’ll stop’?”
For some reason, Katie Mitchell’s production of Euripides’ Women of Troy at the National Theatre put Andrew in mind of this question. Read the rest of this entry »
Picture it. Macedonia, 407 BC. The house clearance people are rummaging through the late Mr Euripides‘ attic (they probably didn’t call them attics though as that would be the equivalent of calling your loft an “of, relating to, or characteristic of ancient London or Londoners”).
It’s slim pickings, as his wives (Choerile and Melito) and children have already swept through the house and made off with any whatever the ancient Greek equivalent of Clarice Cliff was. Read the rest of this entry »
A West End Whinger 