We are fans of ‘site-specific’ theatre and admirers of much of NTW’s work. But there has to be a reason to make people stand for hours and wander round an enormous warehouse. In the case of the mysteriously bracketed {150}, I don’t really know what it was.

The evening started outside the warehouse (luckily it was a dry evening) with a long piece in Welsh over loud-speakers that wasn’t translated. We walked in past a booming over-amplified preacher whose Welsh words were apparently…