An exclusive interview with this year’s hottest new star

The theatre world has been a-buzz for weeks. Last Sunday saw the season’s most eagerly anticipated theatrical debut.

Andrew had been drafted in by another Andrew (No relation. He of The Arcades Project) to take part in a site-specific promenade performance kind of thing set in Shoreham, Kent as part of the MA he is doing at The RADA and King’s.

Phil (still a bit miffed by not being invited to participate) managed to catch up with Andrew the next day as he reclined on his chaise longue with a box of chocolates on his lap and surrounded by vases of flowers (which cost him a fortune) for an exclusive interview:

The theatrical event of the whinging year

Well, it’s all go at the Whingers’ respective headquarters in Kentish Town and Vauxhall as preparations for tonight’s party go into overdrive.  Moods are rather fractious as it’s 10.15am and in deference to their duties this evening neither Phil nor Andrew has had a drink all day.

A bit of a do: an invitation to the theatrical blogosphere

Strange thing about the blogosphere. There’s all these people you kind of “know” but that you’ve never met who you can’t contact privately.

Oh well. If you are part of the scene, you’re invited to a party – blogging reviewers, readers, actors, playwrights; we’re not fussy. We’ll whinge to anyone.

Review – Faust

Imagine the alarm of the Wet End Whingers (who could easily generate sufficient material to fill a companion blog called West End Worriers) when greeted by this sign at the gates of the National Theatre/Punchdrunk production of Faust on Saturday night.

Would the building collapse around their ears? Did they have public liability insurance? Was a derelict warehouse likely to have a bar?