Take three highly regarded playwrights. One play. A live poodle (subject to availability, it’s different dogs on different nights), a penny-farthing, scones and cream noshing and on-stage washing that goes way beyond the hair. Even Phil wasn’t around to see Mary Martin wash that man right out of her hair and he happily marked up yet another first: Naked Man Is Flannelled Down In Tin Bath By His Mother. Read the rest of this entry »
Posts Tagged ‘David Eldridge’
Well, it’s a bit embarrassing really. But we were on the fringe. In Hackney. Again.
And we’d have got away with it too if it weren’t for those pesky playwrights Stephen Sharkey and Dr David Eldridge who were both around to witness the Whingers swan in for the 1pm (!) performance of three short plays at the Arcola Theatre.
This was part of the East festival and featured:
The whole thing was over in about an hour, each being short enough that the Whingers’ ever decreasing attention spans could cope. Read the rest of this entry »
Now pay attention, class. Dr David Eldridge (DLitt) has a very starry production of Under The Blue Sky previewing in the West End. It’s about the, umm, “grown-up” relationships between three pairs of teachers.
I want essays from both of you on my desk before it opens on Friday evening. Read the rest of this entry »