It’s yet another confirmation of the encroachment of urban development on once wild spaces inhabited by rare species that the broken masonry of the classical columns glimpsed through
Noo Yoik City, the nineteen forties, the radio playing big band jazz until the news breaks the spell, another body found, the accompanying note indicating that it is
The Edinburgh Fringe can be a daunting, frustrating and exhausting challenge, with not only the enormous outlay required to even stage a show, publicity, accommodation and the hire
As distressed string fugues puncture the air, the atmosphere urgent and turbulent, the black stage is bathed in blood red light, bare save for a single bench atop
In her gold jumpsuit, gloves and spaceboots with LED soles, M-UTHA sits poised and ready, an android driven by an artificial intelligence programmed with everything she could possibly
Returning to his customary venue of the last few Fringe seasons, the Assembly Rooms on George Street, but in a different space, under the vast chandelier of the
There is some element of truth in all fiction, and in most stories recounted as truth there will be some evasion or exaggeration, an aggrandisement of events otherwise
In the darkness of the Banshee Labyrinth in Edinburgh’s historic old town, riddled with crypts and underground passages where generations lived and died in squalor, to the broken