Let the glow of the ghost light remind us that when this passes our auditoriums will be filled with the smell of the greasepaint and the roar of the crowd once more.
Romance on our stages is not simply a diet of saccharine coconut-ice representations of love, but the mundane Monday-morning toast type and the unripe-apple sharpness of the unrequited sort too.
Whether you are watching a balletic cygnet pas de chat across the stage, or a cartoon pig stomp in pretend puddles, make your next theatre trip a fond memory for all the family.
Theatre has always been rife with superstitions and ghost stories. After all, where better for those things to incubate than in the home of smoke and mirrors (though superstition would argue that mirrors on stage are bad luck!)?
It’s September and that can only mean one thing, it’s back to school time. The pencils have been sharpened, the school bags have been dusted off, and students around the country are looking uncharacteristically tidy in their school uniforms.
As Shakespeare wrote, “Summer’s lease hath all too short a date,” so get out there, grab your sunhat, your picnic blanket and your sense of adventure, and seek out something on summer’s spontaneous stages
