Confessions of a CDS Virgin: Hamlet2B is all wrapped up
This week I have portrayed a sex-starved parade of men, a historic civil rights campaigner and an authoritarian father figure from a bygone era. But enough of my personal life… (N.B. t…
This week I have portrayed a sex-starved parade of men, a historic civil rights campaigner and an authoritarian father figure from a bygone era. But enough of my personal life… (N.B. t…
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time won seven Olivier awards on Sunday night, including Best New Play. If you’ve seen Curious Incident, which transferred from the Nationa…
Fear not, I haven’t turned into an anti-social pyromaniac or been indoctrinated into a career in international espionage… rather, I have been exploring the forces of nature an…
Nobody said it was easy… No, fair reader, I haven’t accepted a position as lead singer of a Coldplay tribute act (Tepidpause? Chillmute?), I’m merely summing up semester tw…
WARNING: May contain angst. You may recall that last time we spoke (blogged?) that I was cautiously anticipating much less angst and a happier, more productive second term. Remember? Y…
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a student in his second term of drama school must start to see an improvement. Fresh from Christmas break, I’m thrusting headlong into te…
It’s Chrisssstmaaaaaasssssssss! Well, actually, it’s not. But then again, I’m not Noddy Holder either, so let’s not split hairs. Suffice it to say, we are officially …
So, here we are. My penultimate blog before the festive season submerges us all in a river of candy canes, merriment and acute indigestion, and, as my title suggests, I’m in two minds …
I’m going home… …briefly. Returning to the city that spawned me this weekend to bask in the affection of my doting family and the adoration of the Prodigal returned. Wel…
I gots the blues, y’all. Not a serious case, just a smidge " sort of blues-eque, or blues-lite, perhaps. If you consider "the blues" a designer label, I’m probably more high stre…
…you shouldn't have fallen in love with? Ugh. I'm an adult, right? Refocusing my acting career at the Unidentified School of Showbiz Dreams? So why am I spending my precious days falli…
Dear reader, I am poor. Literally, poor. Although I was never exactly Rockerfeller even when in gainful employment, I now understand the term 'starving student'. And it sucks. I still haven'…
Hola. You join me knee-deep in freshers. Not literally of course. Well… Suffice it to say that I'm here and I'm… making the most of my leisure time. In a manner befitting a perso…
So, remind me why I’m doing this? Autumn. 2012. Up till now, I was in a pretty good place: twenty-five, living in Manchester (well, a slightly less cosmopolitan suburb of), good home, …