When I went to the box office I could only say, ‘I’ve come to see the play tonight. I forget the title’. The Box Office Assistant couldn’t remember either, she had to look it up. Phew, at least it wasn’t sold out. I had come to see the work of David Leddy. I had heard of his capabilities from a guy in a pub who used to process their funding applications, and thought his work worth tracking down.

I’m glad I made the effort. If you are looking for how big a play you can…

Alan Harris, ubiquitous as a writer of quirky, engaging dramas across the breadth of South Welsh theatre production, and Martin Constantine, ubiquitous as a director of youth and college opera in Cardiff, have created a trans-media production which investigates our vision of a shared future with a significant other. It is always funny and shapes up into a neat dramatic argument as its novel structure begins to settle into a pattern in your mind.

Two people…

If there is a crisis in the reviewing of British theatre it is this. It seems impossible that a critic can go to press saying, ‘I loved it; it was amazing; you really have to see it, because I was so involved and delighted that my faculties of analysis were overcome and I surfed a wave of joy through the white waters of all that is theatre’.

I went to see ‘Roberto Zucco’ last night at Chapter; Bernard-Marie Koltes’ play about the non-fictional serial killer.…

The Children's Hour is one of the American classic plays. It is guilty of providing, in the first half, little colour beyond the clarification of the plot points which will fuel the crisis of the unstaged trial in the second half, but characters are well-defined, and usher us into a second half which explodes into a tragedy of the decent undone by those in denial of their own guilt and recklessly devoid of empathy. As such, it is a play with which, either on a personal or political level, we…