Review: Rumors

A sublimely silly farce. BLT deliver with panache and punch. Believe the whispers.


Review: TGIF

An intriguing night to forget with friends who confront their relationships in a game night tradition which nearly goes wrong.


Review: Hysteria

In all the flurry of Fringe, don’t miss this gem.


Review: Don’t Dress for Dinner

For a farce there’s only one spot of monotony. That’s how uniformly outstanding this is.


Review: Beyond Therapy

You want Bruce and Prudence to be happy till the lights go down, and to do that it needs a supreme breathlessness, then a slow exhalation at the very end. Worth seeing still.


Review: The Messiah

Incestuous stars, passing of the ears, deep heat as a condition not an old muscle unguent. The dotty felicities of Patrick Barlow’s language in The Messiah directed by Rod Lewis are easily masked in the Norman Wisdom-like pratfalls of his hapless duo. Unless you add Mrs Flowers; and you should.


Review: Timeshare

There’s a fizz and pop to this play: Miguel the electrician has electrocuted himself. He’s done more than that though. Philip Ayckbourn should be feeling just a little proud of the professionalism of the cast, crew and his own script.


Review: A Little Murder Never Hurt Anybody

With BLT there’s never anything less than carat quality production and as usual some treasurable performances. Do see this rarity and you’ll end up agreeing with playwright Ron Bernas, and the team here.