In the darkness, without visual clues to distract or fixate upon, only voices, there is no pretence, there is no hiding, there is only the shared experience of
With gentle blues music drifting over the stage empty other than a single lean-to of timber, enter stage left two men and a plank, negotiating corners, chairs and
Doctor Jimmy Lyons is on a quest among the comfortable leather sofas of the Cinema Room of Brass Monkey, showing off his shapely shoulders and arms and flaunting
It doesn’t start with an earthquake or tidal waves, though those will follow, an asteroid heading for Earth, detected a year ago but its presence kept a closely
The stage filled with smoke and multilingual radio chatter of automatic sequences and pressure balancing and warnings to proceed with caution, familiar voices emerge; Kennedy announcing his dream
It’s a welcome return to the Fringe for S J Wyatt, still bipolar, still bisexual, still dyslexic, still dyspraxic and still dressed in TARDIS blue, sequins and a