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No Tights In Sight

“Robin Hood, Robin Hood. Riding through the glen.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood. Riding back to his den!”

“They aren’t the words,” I correct Mum.

“Well they should be,” she says.

We’re on a road trip to Nottingham.

What do you think of when you hear Nottingham?

“Sherwood Forest, Robin Hood, Maid Marian,” Mum says. “Though Sherwood Forest is about twenty miles away from Nottingham centre, so should they really claim it?”

“What else comes to mind with Nottingham?” I ask.

A long pause. “Kevin Costner.”

“That film is always a guilty pleasure,” I reply. “He’s definitely the best Robin Hood, despite the American accent,”  

Kevin Costner – Robin of Loxley

“He looked gorgeous throughout. Plus you had Alan Rickman being brilliant as the Sheriff. What more could you want? I mean that was the last Robin Hood film made, ‘coz they know they can’t top it.” Mum is resolute.

“There’s been two more since Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.” I say.

“Has there?” Mum is surprised.

I nod affirmatively.

Mum is astonished. “Well they must have been shite ‘coz I can’t recall them at all,” she says.

I nod affirmatively.

Nottingham city centre is compact so you can get around and see most of the sights easily, which is great for a cheeky weekend away.

We visit the Robin Hood statue – goes without saying – standing akin to the castle wall.

The castle is undergoing a huge redevelopment of the Nottingham Castle site, including the Grounds and the sprawling cave systems hidden within the Castle Rock and  will be until 2020.

We can’t hang about that long, so, speaking of sprawling cave systems, we go on the Nottingham City of Caves Tour.

The City of Caves is part of a hidden maze of over 500 original sandstone caves underneath the streets of Nottingham dating back to the dark ages.

We bought joint tickets for the City of Caves and its sister attraction, the National Justice Museum, saving us a few quid. Score!

A Place of Cavy Dwellings

Our City of Caves guide, Alex, was affable and entertaining, giving us puns and jokes along the way. He was also canny dishy, which kept your attention. Well, he certainly kept mine …

Alex quipped, on describing the ancient, natural Spring water well, within the caves: “The water fetchers did ‘well’ – ”

“Do you write your own jokes?” Mum asked with a giggle.

“I do. I ‘spout’ them jokes out,” Alex replied with a smirk. “Thank you for noticing.”

The caves were used for smuggling, slums for the poor; larders and pantries for the rich; they house the only medieval underground tannery in the country as well as being used as air raid shelters in WW2.

“So people would take shelter here in the caves to escape the bombings,” Alex tells us. “Several hundred people at once.”

“ And one bucket…” I joke.

He laughs – yay!

The cave tour lasts approximately forty five minutes, but you can stay and explore the network of caves and exhibitions as long as you want. After Alex had told us this, I half expected someone to come staggering from the tunnels, asking “Dr. Livingstone, I presume…”

The National Justice Museum is fascinating, viewing the gaol, the cells and dungeons of days long gone by – and thank god they are.

Guilty as charged… But does the punishment fit the crime…?

There’s tours and re-enactments from the resident actors. There’s even a trial we participated in of highway woman, Joan Phillips, where I, along with other audience participants, was asked to play a witness, swear an oath and stand in the witness box.

We participants, the ‘jury’ decided guilty or not guilty.
Don’t worry, we won’t spoil the ending for you…

These attractions are definitely worth a visit if you’re in Nottingham. Along with many of the historical inns and pubs. Not to mention the assortment of newer pubs, including the Castle Wharf Canalside, a peaceful oasis in the city centre.

“Nottingham has more to offer than I thought it would,” Mum piped up.

“Yeah, it’s been good. A good place for a city break” I said.

“It is. It’s not just all Robin Hood, Robin Hood – “Mum muses.

I nod affirmatively.

Not quite Kevin Costner, but he’ll do 😉


Restaurant Week – always

NE1 Newcastle Restaurant Week 2019 returned again, with over 100 restaurants involved, offering amazing food in Newcastle’s finest restaurants for only £10 or £15pp from the 21st – 27th January.

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“What do you think of Restaurant Week?” I ask Mum.

“It’s very good but is it actually worth the restaurants putting it on? I was thinking do they actually get more people going? Do they actually make profit?” Mum said.

“That’s a lot of actuallys –“ I laugh.

“If they’re halving or taking a third off the menu prices, they still have to pay for staff and ingredients. I know it’s for people to try new places, get people into the city centre and it’s publicity. I wonder if it’s worth it in the long run for Restaurant Week,” she continues.

“It gets people back into the city,” I offer.

“Oh, it’s a good thing. But I think January is a bad month to have it in.” Mum says.

“That’s kind of the point. January is a depressing month so it’s to give people a boost.” I reply.

“I understand that. But there’s other elements – and I’m not just talking about the crap weather.”

“I see.”“People still don’t have a great deal of money after Christmas. There’s still long, dark, cold nights. I don’t like January,” Mum explains.

“Or Mondays,” I chip in.

“Very droll,” Mum retorted.

We’re at Beeronomy, a brand, spanking new bar and restaurant on Hood Street, off Newcastle’s Grey Street, where the art of beer and food are perfectly matched.

“This place, when we spoke to the waitress, she said it was fully booked tonight.”

“If it’s busy every night for Restaurant Week, then it clearly works. It’s great to bring people back into Newcastle. That’s always assuming that a venue’s food is good,” Mum tittered.

 “Why did we choose this restaurant today?” I inquire.

“I think it’s one of the few restaurants we haven’t been in,” Mum responded.

“One of the few? We’re not Jay Rayner.” I joke and we laugh.
We were sitting at one of the two taken tables. It was mid-afternoon. Post lunchtime and pre-after works drinks. It felt like we had the place to ourselves and that was nice. Plus it meant we got all of the staff’s attention.

Beeronomy’s Restaurant Week Offer was 2 courses for £10 or 3 for £15 – plus you got a drink, either a pint of house cask ale, a cocktail or a soft drink. You couldn’t gan wrong!

We plumped for cocktails and three courses. We were not disappointed. The food was excellent and the attention to detail of the interior and décor of the place is second to none.

Get yourself along to this new establishment, support an independent venue. It’s got something for everyone – you don’t have to be a beer drinker!

“Maybe they could make it Restaurant Fortnight to give us a chance to eat more delicious food?”
Mum suggests as she sips on a porn star martini.

I nod in agreement:
“So many restaurants, so little time.”

Well good news for us – as Beeronomy have extended their offer until Sunday 3rd February, two courses for £10, three courses for £15 and all cocktails are 2-4-1. So get on it like a car bonnet!

Bo Rap!

“What time does the film start?” asked Mum as we made our way to the cinema foyer.

“One thirty,” I replied. “It’s quarter past one now, so we’ve plenty of time.”

“Good. I hate to rush.”

We were going to watch Bohemian Rhapsody, the biopic of music icon Freddy Mercury and Queen.

Now one would think a city centre cinema would be empty-ish of a midweek afternoon for a matinee showing. One would think.

A queue of seniors awaited us at the ticket counters. I am not ageist and know I will be old myself one day. But that day is very far off.

Every senior who bought tickets – and yes, of course, they were going to watch Bohemian Rhapsody – had a chat about at least two of these topics:
The price of cinema tickets in their youth, why was it so expensive now; how much is pick ‘n’ mix; where was the best place to sit in the screen; did they have to sit in their allocated seat number; was there an usherette; how loud was Queen’s music going to be???

Eventually we get our tickets and make our way to the screen showing the movie.

Not actual cinema workman…lol

Unbeknown to us, however, the cinema was like a building site. The cinema’s website displays the disclaimer of: ‘We are working hard to bring you the best cinema experience… Please bear with us as ongoing works may restrict access to some areas…’

So some slight disruption we expected. We didn’t expect the whole place to look like the higher floors of Nakatomi Plaza – you know what I’m talking about Die Hard fans.

Obviously Mum and me were hoping Bruce Willis would swing down and escort us to our seats. Unfortunately he didn’t – not today at least.

As mentioned, many seniors were at the screening. There were discussions of were they in the right seats, the rustling of sweet papers and continuous talking throughout the ads and trailers. I had faith that they wouldn’t talk during the movie. As long as they didn’t sing along to Queen. Please god don’t let anyone sing along!

The film eventually started and was worth the wait.

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Rami Malek’s performance as Freddy was impeccable. He was wonderful, mesmerising, having studied and replicated the great man’s every move, habit, gesture. Surely an Oscar nomination must be his!

The supporting cast in the other Queen band members were great too.

Who would’ve thought that Ben Hardy, formerly Peter Beale from EastEnders, would look so good as glam rocker Roger Taylor, without even taking his shirt off (which he frequently did in EastEnders…)? Or that Gwilym Lee, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Brian May (it’s the wig for sure!) is the Sergeant sidekick in Midsomer Murders? Apart from that, John Deacon being played by Joseph Mazzello best known for his role in Jurassic Park as the little boy, Tim?

Excellent job by Susie Figgis the Casting Director!

Lovely moments of humour throughout the film, even during the dark moments.

The soundtrack? what can we say? There are no words for how fantastic the Queen music was – and is.

This outing reminded me of when I was given my first cassette recorder stereo one Christmas. Mum got me Queen’s Greatest Hits album.
Why would she do that? Being a kid, why would I want that music; why would I like Queen? 

She admitted years later, it’s coz’ she loved Queen and wanted the album.
Nothing like a mother’s love.


Eins – Steins – Prost!

Christmas in November in Newcastle’s Times Square – what’s going on, like?!

We spoke to Mike, of the Christmas Village, along with our complimentary drink, to find out: “Christmas Village is a festive experience for everyone to enjoy. There’s a German food village. There’s the ice rink that’s attached which is open later than previous years. The German craft market. Fire pits. Everything is free entry.*

Now we are a little bit different to everywhere else as we’ve got a big, massive Bavarian Beer Hall. We’ve got live music on. It’ll make you feel you’re in Southern Germany!” Mike tells us.

“There’s a Christmas Log Cabin, which we imported from Germany, if you just want a quiet drink during the day or after work. So a brand new, unique bar in Newcastle!”

Our Bavarian Beer Hall is open to families. Kids are welcome in the Beer Hall until 8pm. There’s doors to keep the heat in, so you’ll be nice and warm.” he continues.

“We know that we’re a bit early for Christmas, but you can never be too early for Christmas as everyone loves it!” Mike smiles.

Mum and I are well impressed and feel like we truly are in Bavaria as we head into the Beer Hall and order our steins.

“Five pound deposit for each glass is needed,” the barmaid advised.

“Is that to stop people stealing them?” I asked.

“Exactly,” she replied. “You get the full refund back on returning the glass.”

This is fair enough we decide as we take our seats amongst the rows of wooden tables and benches.

“People stealing steins reminds me of when our friend Josie did that. Do you remember?” asked Mum.

“Oh yeah, when we attended that Oktoberfest?” I said.

“Yeah. She was dressed as a German beer maid and had a half a two pint stein left. We were last in the beer tent. The door bouncers were shouting at us to drink up – ”

I smirked: “So Josie decided she was going to walk out with the half full stein. We walked on ahead of her to the exit. The bouncers stopped her and said: ‘You can’t leave with that glass.’ She argued that she’d bought the beer so the glass belonged to her. Then she announces she is going for a wee and off she goes.”

Mum laughed: “The bouncers and us followed her to the portaloo as she went inside. They hammered on the door for her to come out.”

Mum and I were sniggering now.
“So she opens the door and comes out,” laughs Mum.” ‘I was just having a wee,’ she says as she walks in slow motion as if she’s got knock knees. The bouncers stare at her and say ‘Drop it!’”

“And the two pint stein drops from between her legs, from under her dress, spilling beer everywhere around her!” I cackled.

“As if she’s giving birth and her waters had broke!” hooted Mum.

By now, people in the beer hall were looking at us, so we calmed it down and giggled silently just as the German Ooom Pah music started up.

We grabbed our drinks, knowing this was the first visit to the Christmas Village of many, nodded to each other and raised the steins: “Prost!”

Eins - Steins – Prost!

Eins – Steins – Prost!


* bar the ice rink

  • Christmas Village Newcastle is open every day until January 5th 2019!
  • Every day midday till midnight, free entry at all times including the Bavarian Beer tent & hut.
  • Ice Rink Tickets are available to purchase at

Tables can be reserved online, for up to fifty people so your Christmas parties are more than welcome. Reserving tables doesn’t cost any additional charge, it’s simply an advance purchase of your food and your drink. You’re getting a lot of bang for your buck – so lock down your seats in the private reservation area.

For more info, see or email

Thriller – Thriller Night!

We received complimentary tickets to attend ‘Thriller – A Halloween Special’ featuring The Hits Of Michael Jackson at Wylam Brewery in Newcastle’s Exhibition Park.

The show was presented by World Headquarters.

We caught up with Tommy from the latter who presented the event.

He tells us: “A while ago I decided just doing WHQ Club for the young ‘uns wasn’t enough. I wanted to get older people out and get our unifying WHQ vibe spread around the generations.

 Wylam is the perfect venue to do that. The band ‘Rogue Symphony’ that played the MJ Halloween show for us, are one of the finest we work with.

 As soon as they said they had this in their box of tricks I jumped all over it..!

 I’m a massive MJ fan and I know that that they will do him justice”

Rogue Symphony, a 14 strong team of top London session musician chums with full string and brass sections, blasted out the choons!

They sang MJ songs across the ages – from The  Jackson Five, through Off The Wall to Dangerous.

‘Can’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough’ was belted out by Alex, who was introduced as being part of the Thriller Live Show. His falsetto voice was something I only hit on seeing a spider! 

He shared the vocals with Annie and Hollie and all of them were great, definitely not ‘Bad’*!

“The show is on Halloween night,” we say to Tommy, “what kind of fancy dress are you expecting?”

“Ha! We’ll see… I hope a lot of folk will get with the ‘spook’ of the event and go mad on the costumes!”

Some people went the whole hog. I’m sure I saw someone dressed as a hog roast.
Or maybe he’d come straight from work in an abattoir.

There was Wednesday Adams, witches, zombies. Oodles of sparkly skull jumpers and at least three Corpse Brides. 

Lots of MJs in different costumes.I wore a Thriller jacket, then spotted a lad had had the same idea. Bloody cheek. Pffft!
I also saw a woman in a Thriller jacket. I obviously looked better than she did – plus she grabbed her crotch a lot more…

“So what next for WHQ at Wylam Brewery?” we ask.

“We have Paul Simon’s Graceland with the London African Gospel Choir. I’m really looking forward to those shows. The first date on Friday 16th November has already sold out and Saturday 17th November is flying out.

 That is an astonishingly uplifting night out. You should come you’ll be amazed..!

 Then Rogue Symphony are back with their ‘Hits of Beyonce and Destiny’s Child’ show, which is amazing too on Thursday December 13th. It’s pretty much the dream for a girls’ night out and always packs out.

 I love the whole run into Christmas; we’ve got so much fab stuff happening at Wylam – sometimes I feel like I’m going to explode with excitement..!!”

And we love World Headquarters!

Would you want to bump into these couple o’Thrillers on Halloween eve… Mwah ha ha ha ha!


* British English definition of Bad… 

Cold Women of the North

“Oh, you’re bloody joking, aren’t you. You’re the third person that’s told us of a different way to get in!”

We were attending the closing ceremony of the Great Exhibition of the North at Gateshead Quays. No body – security, stewards – seemed to know any of the right information. Usually the case when it’s a large scale public event.

“You’re not allowed in Zone A, in the better, front of stage seats with these tickets. You are in Zone B. Do not move out of it!” barked a steward.

Of the three ways to get to our ‘Zone’, the correct way was up a steep hill, not the best seeing as Mum is asthmatic. The doors were ten minutes late in opening.

“People are like vultures,” I said as people pushed, shoved, rushed to seats. “That woman there has a walking stick and is now making a run for middle of the row seats.”

The setting was an open plan, open air car park, staggered down two sets of stairs.
The stage was already lit, as was Gateshead’s famous Millennium Bridge.
It all looked impressive.
We got seats. On the front row of Zone B. No one else was sitting near them. The end of row seats too. Maybe because they were furthest away from the stage?

“What we sat here for?” asked Mum. “We won’t be able to see a bloody thing!”

“We will.” I say. “Plus we’re sitting next to the exit ramp – we can make our escape any time we like”

“Thank god!”

It was fri***n cold and quickly getting dark. Mum’s face was tripping her up.
Giving me the evils, blaming me for the situation, as it was my idea to attend the event.
Just the forty minutes to go until the show started then – this should be fun…

Then I spotted someone taking their seat directly behind us.  It was Brenda Blethyn, the wonderful actress in too many fabulous things to mention and currently in ITV’s ‘Vera’.

“Hello,” I said, turning around.

“Hello,” she smiled.

We started chatting and Mum sat stony-faced facing ahead, trying to adjust her coat collar to keep the wind-chill out. Eventually she turned around and upon realising it was Ms Blethyn, broke out into the biggest smile I’d seen all evening. As we continued chatting, Kenny Doughty (Vera’s trusty Sergeant) came and sat down.

“We write a blog,” I began, explaining what it was, “could we get a selfie?”

Ms Blethyn and Kenny were very accommodating and bloody lovely.The show, The Great North Star, began just after nine via a teenage girl dancing atop the staircase descending to Zone A and the stage. She was enthused, going for it, fantastic!

A woman audience member started up the stairs to go to the toilet at exactly the same time. The girl was giving it her all, dancing up and down the steps, as the woman continued toward her and had to squeeze past. Talk about timing!

“Bet she wishes she’d crossed her legs,” I whispered to Mum.
“Or wore a Tena lady.” She replied. “Shame for the lass, when she was having her dance solo.”

The theme of the music and dance celebration performance was past and present achievements of great northern women. Female performers of stage and screen explored the empowerment of women. Volunteer performers took on the chorus and crowd roles. It was a wonderful event!

“What was your favourite bit of the closing ceremony?” I asked Mum.

“The end,” she said.


She continued: “No I mean, because it was a real finale. Done in style. Music pumping, everyone dancing. Fireworks. Plus we were clapping which kept me hands warm.”

All in all a great way to celebrate the North!

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Geordie Spice!

“Who’s your favourite Spice Girl?” I ask Mum as we head toward the Manchester Central Convention Centre to attend SPICEUP is the biggest touring exhibition of Spice Girls memorabilia in the world.

“I don’t have one,” replies Mum.


The Spice Girls were the biggest thing in the world in the late nineties.
Scary, Sporty, Baby, Posh and Ginger – so much to choose from.
How can someone not have a favourite?

“Then why did you want to come to Manchester and see this exhibition?”

“Free trip.”

Honest, I suppose.I, on the other hand, was excited. Giddy almost.

Still, that may have been having only just arrived at our nearby hotel at five pm after having taken the wrong slip road on the M60 once the sat nav decided to die, having no lunch plus a heatwave descending on upon us in the car so that we were sweating like a couple of nuns in a cucumber patch.

I prefer to think my wooziness and excitability was down to being due at the Exhibition for five thirty.

“Shall I wear my Spice Girls t-shirt?” I ask Mum as we’re about to leave the hotel.

“If you do, I won’t be walking next to you.”

Honest. Perhaps too honest.
I’d always been a big fan of The Spice Girls from the moment they burst onto the scene in the Summer of 1996. I felt no shame in this – and still don’t. The world had been waiting for an exciting girl group to offer influence and inspiration to young people.

Straight to number one with their debut single Wannabe they were like a whirlwind. Who of us doesn’t instantly recognise the opening intro to that? I bet even now your singing it. Silently, in your head, I hope.

Their nicknames and personas added to them remaining, even now, the band most associated with influencing female empowerment.

“You look like Ginger Spice in that.”
“S**t, I was going for Posh.”
Banter with friends relating or referring to the Spice Girls took place – and still does…

We are greeted by SpiceUp’s curator, Alan Smith-Allison, who has also produced the exhibition.

Alan owns huge amounts of the memorabilia on display.

He has, he tells us, been collecting Spice Girls memorabilia since 2007 and has become one of the biggest collectors of it in the world. The SpiceUp exhibition features more than 7,000 items of merchandise and memorabilia, as well as 300 costume pieces, including outfits, shoes and jewellery.

“Dare I ask who your favourite Spice Girl is?” I smile at him.

“I can’t choose. I really can’t. They all had their own uniqueness and talents. They were all empowering and inspiring in their own way.”

I love him – and not just ‘coz he is enthused about the Spice Girls as I am!

We begin our wander round the exhibition. The heels on display are magnificent, five inches and more.

“I had a pair of platform heels, just like that, when I was a teen” Mum said, “I wonder what ever happened to them…”

I imagine Grandad took them to use as tools what with being a handyman.

“I had a dress like that,” Mum said. “And that. Oh and that.”

As they were all sequinned mini skirts and dresses, I must have blanked them out of memory. Or Mum had a second job…
As there is so much to see, we go round the displays twice.

“So, who’s your favourite Spice Girl then?” I ask

Well,” starts Mum, “on reflection, if I had to choose one, I’ll say Geri.”


“She worked with everything she had, pushed herself hard and wasn’t afraid to use her assets. If you’ve got it flaunt it!”

Honest. Very honest.

We loved the glamour and glitter of SpiceUp, especially our complimentary Exhibition programmes.

SpiceUp has moved from Manchester Central to the Great Northern Shopping and Entertainment Complex, reopening on Saturday 8th until 30th Sep 2018.


We are here. In York. Staying overnight at a hotel right opposite York’s famous Cliffords Tower and visiting the pop up Shakespeare’s Rose Theatre, a stone’s throw away.
We’re going to watch Romeo and Juliet in the Shakespearean Theatre. 
Romeo is played by the excellent Alexander Vhalos, from the TV series Versailles.
Yes, he plays Philippe, the cross dressing bisexual brother of Louis IVX, and now he is a horny, comic/ tragic teen… That is true Versailles-tility for you!Shakespeare's Rose Theatre
“Aside from the purpose built Rose Theatre,” 
I explain to Mum, “there’s a custom built Shakespeare village and Elizabethan garden surrounding it. Plus, ‘wagon’ entertainment, just like in Shakespeare’s time.”
“Where are you getting this information from?” asked Mum.
“The internet,” I reply, pointing to my laptop screen. “It’s all on the Rose Theatre’s website.”
“I see.”
“There is a bar, plenty of Yorkshire food,” I continue. “Shakespeare’s village is authentic, realistic, accurate – though thankfully there are real toilets on hand which means no one is slinging their effluent on you from above as you sip on your vino.”
I then suggest to Mum we go and see one of the four Shakespeare plays showing for the pop up theatre season – Macbeth, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Richard III and Romeo & Juliet. 
She groaned.
“Aww, Shakespeare. Why isn’t it something more appealing, like Wicked?” she said.“Because it’s a pop up SHAKESPEARE theatre,” I explained. “Plus, the one that plays Phillippe in Versailles is in some of the plays.”
“Oooh, I like him,” she smiled. “What plays are he in?”
“Richard III. He’s also playing Romeo.” I replied.
“In what?”
“Romeo and Juliet.”
“I see. Yeah. Okay. Let’s do it. We’ll go and see Romeo and Juliet.” 
I secretly punched the air.

“Will he wear the long, flowing wig?” asked Mum.
“Erm – “
“I hope he wears the wig. I’d like to know how he gets it so glossy.”
“I imagine he won’t wear that as this version of Romeo and Juliet is set in 1930’s Italy.”
For a split second, she was disappointed, then became agitated: A Shakespeare Theatre? That’ll be outside. I can’t stand for hours as a groundling!”
“It’s okay,” I reassured, we’ll buy seats. All of the seats are covered.”
She smiles. “That’ll do me, pet!”
And now we are here. It’s a warm evening in York. Well, humid. Let’s hope it doesn’t stot down with rain! We’re wearing light coats and have packed cagoules, as per instructed by the theatre to dress appropriately for the good old English Summer.
The show starts. It is still light, which adds to the feel of it all. But once the dark came in, the lighting design was brilliant, setting so much atmosphere and creating drama, as if a character all of its own.
Alex Vhalos and Alexandra Dowling, as Romeo and Juliet, sparkled in scenes together.
“What did you think?” I probe Mum on the show ending and wait for the backwash… 
“In the past I’ve always poo poo’ed Shakespeare, like, and now really appreciate him. I’m starting to agree he was a wonderful wordsmith.” 
I check her face to make sure she isn’t taking the p**s. She isn’t.
“What about the performances; what did you think of the actors?” I ask.
“Well the actors are actors and aren’t they supposed to act?” A beat…
“Though saying that – the company went well above acting. I loved the audience participation, the breaking of the fourth wall. I felt like I was part of the show. The actors didn’t feel like they were out of reach. The ambience was friendly, it felt warm. I loved it!”
So, a down to earth, everyday person absorbed the show. It is welcoming and accessible to all. Appealing. So much so, we are to return to York to the Rose Theatre to watch some more productions. To be uplifted, inspired – despite no long, flowing wigs in sight!

The Shakespeare’s Rose Theatre is in York until Sunday 2 September 2018. 
For more info, see


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