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KA: I lived in Brixton for a year when I first moved to London- my parents were pretty freaked out but I found the sense of community stronger than anywhere I've lived since. Has this been your experience with the cafe?
The forces of darkness and uncertainty marshaled at the ENO one last time before the sugar fest of Christmas starts to rain down a cinnamon plague of sicky froth, pantomimes and Handel’s Messiah-on-ice on our heads.
There’s been a Youthquake at the Textiles and Fashion Museum//Flappers and Frauleins//Guilt free Christmas shopping. November is about dressing up, banishing the blues and finding a dark corner to be naughty in.
Hello there Rioters,
This will be my first posting as a theatre critic for you lovely people and what a first it was!!
I have not had the chance to experience a ‘Shunt’ before and having heard many a rave (sometimes 'raving') review it was with a mixture of excitement and trepidation that I made my way to the darkened ex-tobacco factory on All Hallow's Eve to experience ‘Money’.
At the end of the summer, I paid a visit to Viktor Wynd's home to hear about the plans for his Little Shop of Horrors. Work was underway on the Mare street property that had been secured for the latest Last Tuesday Society project; stocking everything from taxidermy to antique surgical equipment it is the antidote to IKEA, the antithesis of the bland, beige interiors we've become used to.
The list of supernatural operas – ‘The Flying Duchtman’, ‘Der Vamypyre’ ‘Der Freischutz’ and ‘Bluebeard’s Castle’ - make the Saw movies look about as exciting as slipping into a coma.
October tips bought to you via Paris, where its terribly un-Paris like to be on time to anything….
It was the launch of the ENO’s Opera season last Thursday. People settled themselves into their boxes, all extended neck and self-importance, honking and espying like the wintering geese returning to the bald fields of my home village. (It’s autumn. Everything takes a turn for the wistful.)
