thanks for the memories!!

Now that our time in the Chorus for Patrick Jones' brilliant production is ended, one or two of us (you know who you are) are undoubtedly missing the 'roar of the grease paint, the smell of the crowd'. Yes, I know that's a misquote. I'm just lapsing for a nostalgic moment there into my former role as a ditzy older lady in an oversized green jumper ..

In the theatre itself I remember I was struck by the power of clothing, and body language, facial…

It seems to have come around so quickly but now, after many weeks of rehearsal we, the singers in the Chorus of Patrick Jones's new play, are about to make our stage debut in front of an audience at the Sherman.

It's exciting, even though the actual stage part of our performance is relatively minimal, because the songs are great, and being part of a team of singers, building towards a show, has a momentum that has to be experienced to be appreciated. We really are all in this…

As I write it's Tuesday lunchtime, April 26th, and news has just broken that the long-awaited verdict, in the inquiry into what has become known as the Hillsborough Disaster, has finally been reached.

In 1989, ninety-six football fans died when they were crushed in the mass exodus from the stands, after a football game. Today's verdict of 'unlawful killing' was called 'a victory for truth and justice' on the R2 Jeremy Vine show, and was followed by Gerry & the Pacemakers version…

This is a strongly realised piece of physical theatre that goes to the heart of what it means to be in an intimate relationship with another human being.

The question raised is what is changed, what is lost, what must be tolerated, and how do we hold on to our sense of who we are, in the face of the other's perception…