DON PEDRO Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Much Ado About Nothing, II.i
It’s coming. That birthday. The one that means I actually have to be a grownup. The best possible way to celebrate such a birthday would be to run away with the circus. As a close second, I’m dusting off a writer’s romantic dream: my notebook and I will be catching the night train to Venice. … Continue reading
It’s coming. That birthday. The one that means I actually have to be a grownup. The best possible way to celebrate such a birthday would be to run away with the circus. As a close second, I’m dusting off a writer’s romantic dream: my notebook and I will be catching the night train to Venice. … Continue reading
Drew McOnie’s Drunk at London’s Bridewell Theatre is a lively exploration of alcohol’s influence on romantic encounters. We begin, appropriately enough, in “Happy Hour.” Each of the performers arrives on a stage made up as a crowded bar and meets their particular poison, experiencing its unexpected, humorous, sensuous, and sometimes frightening effects on the body: Martini (Daniel … Continue reading
Drew McOnie’s Drunk at London’s Bridewell Theatre is a lively exploration of alcohol’s influence on romantic encounters. We begin, appropriately enough, in “Happy Hour.” Each of the performers arrives on a stage made up as a crowded bar and meets their particular poison, experiencing its unexpected, humorous, sensuous, and sometimes frightening effects on the body: Martini (Daniel … Continue reading
If you come here often, you’ll note that many of my posts are, well, a bit silly. I think silliness is generally underrated. Playfulness is an important part of the human experience, even for adults–and in a world where I interact almost exclusively with other grownups (many of whom are not a bit silly) it … Continue reading
Last year I wrote a piece analysing the successes and failures of a popular XBox 360 dance game that I dubbed “XBox Dance Like that Uncle at the Wedding.” (It was actually Dance Central 3, for the curious.) In accordance with the Moore and Wright laws approximating the progress of technology (recently statistically validated by … Continue reading
Often the simplest theatrical devices are the most effective. The standout moment of Compagnie Philippe Genty’s Ne M’Oublie Pas (Forget Me Not) is a dancer whirling joyfully in circles, controlling a piece of billowing black fabric with a long pole. Yet this device is more complex than it seems at first sight: the fabric can … Continue reading
Often the simplest theatrical devices are the most effective. The standout moment of Compagnie Philippe Genty’s Ne M’Oublie Pas (Forget Me Not) is a dancer whirling joyfully in circles, controlling a piece of billowing black fabric with a long pole. Yet this device is more complex than it seems at first sight: the fabric can … Continue reading
With the holidays at an end, the time finally came for our beloved wee Christmas tree, Twiglet Piny Tim McNeedles, to find a permanent abode. So, with heavy hearts, we stripped him of his glittering finery and bagged him up for removal to the house of my good friend and fellow Wapping blogger Paul (found … Continue reading
It wouldn’t have been a proper holiday without a frisson of worry about the travel arrangements. My parents arrived on the 23rd, propelled here faster than usual by gale force winds. On the night of their arrival we went for a festively champagne-fuelled meal at Dishoom, an Indian restaurant in Shoreditch. We brought Christmas crackers … Continue reading
In a Merry Hour: Caitlin E McDonald 