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Dear Accidental Director,   If like me, directing emerged from you unexpectedly like the late-twenties flowering of a second head, you may not fit the profile usually associated with [...]

The Tree Museum   Light dense with memory crowds The Arboretum’s green hands down child-tramped cinder-track… …spreading ad-infinitum over sly-necked brook and wooden steps [...]

Stamford Sixth Form (in progress)   We walked the town of Georgian chimneys evading state-school smirks and flat-faced old women impressed with our safety/blazer/kilt-pinned second-hand [...]

The Bisbroke track.   Walking…arm-deep in rapeseed, by     a pylon’s iron-man legs off     the tractor path, between     Larkrise village and a cock-and-bull’ market town. My eyes [...]

Today I sat outside a cafe near Cathedral Square in Peterborough and watched a charged, verbal fight in the street. One man (with a baby-buggy, small child and a wife) had (for a reason unknown [...]

Let Newton Be! Article by Tamsin Flower – Cambridge Junction                                       12/3/15 It is evident from the outset of this showing that Menagerie theatre company aim [...]

Red Bastard and the case for drama-workshop as interactive show.   Visually, Red Bastard, dressed in a red stretch-suit covering fake belly and buttock bulges, is the modern relation of so many [...]