
The Boy Who Cried review (The Hope Theatre, Islington)
This fascinating new plays works as a bitter commentary on the bureaucraticization of torture, and the difficulties of dealing with mental illness.

This fascinating new plays works as a bitter commentary on the bureaucraticization of torture, and the difficulties of dealing with mental illness.
If it’s a thankless, underpaid job… then of course it’ll be left to women to do. Thanks, guys!

WTF, M&S? Girls and women like Doctor Who, too…

If anyone can pull this off, as a writer, it’s Nick Hornby.

In Highgate Village.

I might have something in my eye…

Ooo. Sleek 60s style, intrigue in foreign lands, maybe some illicit romance? I’m in.

Some wag put pen to ventilation fan in the loo at The Breakfast Club restaurant in Soho.

A beautiful and haunting Afghan film about love, devotion, and a woman’s “duty”; a remarkable feminist story from the unlikeliest place on the planet.

C’mon, people. This stuff… it’s not that difficult to not be jerks about it.