Damnit, as this bloody pandemic sprawls into the inconceivable future so too do our fates. I switch on every media platform and all I get is yet another doom ridden…

Right about now I would be serving my last few days in quarantine before bumping into the theatre for a run of ‘plenty serious TALK TALK’ (psTT) as part of…

I’d like to say we’re footloose and fancy free but we’re neither at the moment, are we? It’s more like we’re living in an alternate universe, as non-descript citizens in…

Shoulders shimmied, torsos rattled, hands quivered and feet skipped, shunted, stomped, scurried and skittered across the floor. Frances Rings’ and Stephen Page’s latest choreographic collaboration SandSong: Stories from the Great Sandy…

I have been meaning to write about Meryl Tankard’s work of late as I’ve seen three projects in a little over a month. Each of the works involved an overt…

What happened to March then? I distinctly remember pledging to be all over March Dance like a hot rash or ‘white on rice’ but unfortunately by the time I was…

I’ve gone on an excursion. Yes, I ran away to the circus. Hey wait. Haven’t I fed you that line before. No? Maybe I kept it under wraps that I…

So, I can’t bounce in a nearby nightclub, or jump a jig at a wedding, but I could park my derriere in reasonably priced seating and ring in the New…

The doors are officially open. Disclaimer – line up, get the phones out and don the masks, socially distance from the masses in discrete groups and conduct your greetings in loud declarative voices, from an…

As the weather heats up so too have the pandemic’s shackles, with wiggle room emerging as tiny cracks in the crackdown of lockdown, whether imposed on us from the voices…

This has proven to be, like our native foliage, a perennial question that rears its ugly head with alarming regularity and has once again come to the forefront of our…

Why I make promises in print is beyond me. Alas no, I did not go online and do classes outside my cultural comfort zone as intended but I did stumble…