Theatre Review | The Boys In The Band

Smokey jazz music welcomes you to 1968 Manhattan so vividly that you reach for a phantom cigarette to follow a non-existent sip of a martini. To intensify your desire for a drink, there’s a fully stocked bar adjacent to the front door of a…

My Furby Was Possessed by a Japanese Ghost

It was 1998 I believe. I was five years old and very much into my theatrical and overdramatic phase as a result of watching far too many Disney movies. B*Witched were in the charts and life as a senior infant was good. For some reason, the…

Broken Bicycle Blues

I no longer fear hell, because I have just experienced worse. I have documented the journey, as you will see below. While cycling in the torrential rain down Harold's Cross Road, soaked and blinded as the droplets fire against my glasses…