It is that time again when, there’s a sea of bright red and garish green inundating the eyeballs from every angle, signalling crazy times with or without family, as another…

Another year of Sharp Short Dance is done and dusted. Or is it? Amidst all the Covid palava a few bonuses have come to light and one major tick is…

So I have done it. I have taught my very first online dance class as part of FORM’s Dance Bites Masterclass program. Big sigh of relief for me, big headache…

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…

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…

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…