Tag: Fringe

The sound of pouring rain fills a dark, cavernous space, the smell of damp permeating the walls; while magnificent in its capacity, the remote Bly estate and the

There can be no greater tribute to the power, insight and depth of a work of literature than that it continues to be relevant and even grows in

Among misty foliage and mossy knolls against harsh piercing brass and rumbling timpani a hidden presence sings of his loneliness, his only companion the tick in his ear

We live in a world of science and technology, marvels to hand which fifty years ago were undreamed of, near global access to a communications network which allows

Beneath stone arches, ancient candelabras and tattered dust sheets lies the story of Cranholme Abbey, a tragedy told across a century and a half from 1873 as naive

In one of his most famous speeches President John F Kennedy said that the promise of the future would be one of change and challenge, of hope and

Deep underground through the labyrinth of the Caves the infrequent Scottish sunshine never penetrates, and all that exists is a place where demons dwell wearing the human skin

It seems astonishing now, almost one hundred and thirty years after publication, that Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray was initially considered so shocking that despite having

Something nasty is brewing in the city of Tromaville just off the New Jersey Turnpike across the water from the beaming lights of Manhattan, something which has crept

Time is a funny old thing. It doesn’t feel like four year since Rob Lloyd last brought his one man show Who, Me to the Edinburgh Fringe yet