Friday, 15 June 2018

Pressure, Ambassadors Theatre, London

We Brits do love to talk about the weather. It’s like some compulsion programmed into our DNA to call over to complete strangers “lovely weather we’re having” or “I don’t like the look of those clouds, storm approaching don't you think?!”

So, on this grey, overcast day, with the wind blowing the washing dry (perfect weather for a washing day) I’m sat in the garden with a cup of tea reflecting about the weekend that has passed and the various plays I have seen.

I don’t recall learning much about WWII at school. My dad loved war films and war planes, especially Spitfires and so most of my teachings probably came from him. A few years ago, I stayed at a friend’s house in Normandy and we visited the beaches of Gold, Omaha, Juno, Utah and Sword. We drove up to Pegasus Bridge and the museum there and so I knew a little bit about how weather had played an important part of the D-Day landings, but I wasn’t fully aware of James Stagg’s involvement in the success of the mission.

David Haig has changed all of that with his play, Pressure, which tells the story of Dr James Stagg, a Scottish meteorologist charged with forecasting what the weather would be like on Monday 5th June 1944. Weather forecasting had been around since the 1860’s, but the science behind it was still in its infancy. Stagg was convinced that changes in Earth’s magnetic field affected the upper atmosphere which in turn effected the world's weather. His work led him to holding the position of Chief Meteorological Adviser to the supreme commander of the allied forces in Europe. Stagg was charged with forecasting the weather conditions for the D-Day landings, a task confounded by working with Colonel Irving P Krick, an American meteorologist who had conflicting views and opinions on what conditions would be like on 5th June 1944.

Krick had been employed by the US Strategic Air Forces in Europe in the Weather Information Centre. He joined Stagg as part of General Dwight Eisenhower’s team, however, his methods were dramatically different to those of Stagg, preferring instead to pay attention to historical weather charts rather than embracing new science. 

KRICK:- "There's no proof the jet stream exists."

KRICK:- "Okay. This is the weather chart for June 2nd, 1923. And I could have given you June 3rd 1919, or June 10th 1926, all three identical to this chart on the wall."

STAGG:- "Not identical."

KRICK:- "Virtually."

So whose word are you going to follow? The man of new untrusted science, or the man who thinks the weather will follow a similar pattern to his previous years charts? The play beautifully illustrates the pressure that Stagg, Krick and Eisenhower were under to ensure that the D-Day landings would be as successful as possible. David Haig plays the brusque, bad-mannered Scot who as the play unfolds becomes this endearing character that you cannot help but warm too. It was his tenacity that made Eisenhower listen to him. Stagg stood his ground, he didn’t tell Eisenhower what he knew he wanted to hear like Krick did. Stagg believed in himself, and with that he helped save the lives of potentially 80,000 men, by predicting the violent storms that would have capsized the flat-bottomed boats that were due to ferry men across the English Channel. 

This was a beautifully written piece of history, both compelling and laced with humour, showcasing what was a severely stressful situation people were under. The scenes between both Eisenhower (Malcolm Sinclair) and Kay Summersby (Laura Rogers) and  Stagg and Summersby were particularly poignant and added depth and humanity to the piece.

As I write, the great British weather does its thing…the sun is now poking it’s head from behind a cloud trying to make up for the morning misery. As Stagg tried to explain to Krick:- "Ten o'clock in the morning, it's baking hot, the beach is packed. By midday, there's a howling wind and the Punch and Judy man has packed up for the day. By two o'clock, the rain is horizontal, but by four o'clock...the sun is beating down again and it's eighty degrees. Nothing is predictable about British weather, that's why we love to talk about it."

And despite our unpredictable weather, a man was asked, without the aid of modern computer charts, to predict the weather in the channel to save the lives of men. Who say's the British weather is boring?!  (And yes...we did go to The Ivy for dinner first!)

Pressure is playing at The Ambassadors Theatre, London until 1st September 2018.

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Monday, 21 May 2018

Credited with a Warm Scottish Welcome

I’m driving from Flintshire to Edinburgh to see a play. It’s a bit of a way to go just for a play, so I figured that I should turn the trip into a long weekend away with a likeminded soul. My friend Nikki is a theatre fan, a great photographer and interested in ornithology, so we got our heads together  and booked tickets for the last night of Creditors by August Strindberg at The Lyceum Theatre. Nine months lay ahead to decide and plan where we were going with our cameras!

The play was scheduled for the 12th May and on the 1st May we realised there was still no timetable set as to what the hell we were doing. Another friend had leapt in to save the day (we could stay at her house) and as I seem to have no time for anything at the moment (hence lack of/late  blog posts) I just relied on Nikki who was more on the ball than I, and had heard about a Red Kite trail in Galloway. We had been toying with the idea of watching Kites in Wales, (and yes I haven’t got around to organising that either) so that idea got a big tick straightaway! An even bigger tick was when she asked if I thought we’d be able to get to Wigtown. “Wigtown is full of books Nikki…of course we can make it!”

“How about lunch at The Witchery on Saturday?” “Oh my God woman, you’re on fire! That sounds amazing – just my kind of place…and I can wear my cat boots. Very witch like!!!” “Have you any ideas what you want to do, I feel like I’m hijacking the holiday?” “Nope, it’s all sounding perfect but I’ll get my thinking cap on.” I didn’t. The only effort I can honestly say I put in was buying lots of gluten free goodies and Prosecco…but every girl needs Prosecco, right?!


After a long cross country drive we arrived in Wigtown on a grey and gloomy morning. We headed towards our first bookshop and were approached by a chap carrying sound recording equipment. Turns out he was from Radio 4 and needed an audience in the book shop. It didn’t seem an onerous task so we went in. A band (made up of one male and one female) were playing songs about books, they were brilliant and it was easy to get involved with cheering and clapping for the radio listeners…however, what we were not prepared for was to be interviewed afterwards. Harvard University president Charles W. Eliot, had stated that all the elements of an education could be obtained by reading from a collection of books that could fit on a five-foot shelf. The question was set, what books would we put on the bookshelf? 

Now, I read quite a bit, but to be asked whether I’d had a favourite textbook at school was a bit of a curveball which left me dumbfounded. I can’t remember textbooks at school, let alone a favourite one. I could only just about remember Longmans Audio Visual but seeing as my French is dire that was hardly something to put forward. As I scratched around the farthest reaches of my brain it occurred to me that I must have been asleep for most of my years as a student; the only textbook I could remember was my Norton Anthology of English Literature…and that’s only because I still dip in and out of it. I finally recorded some arty reply about a book that had a profound effect on me, but don’t hold your breath that I’ll make the radio cut. (I wouldn’t broadcast it if I were in charge.)
As Nikki and I headed off for lunch (Cauliflower Cheese soup – it sounds disgusting and we told the waitress so, only we found out it’s quite a taste sensation and we wanted the recipe) we laughed at how the morning had panned out.

The Galloway Kite Trial

I love nature and the opportunity to shoot raptors on the wing (with a camera!) was just too appealing. I dug out my Cannon EOS 700D and mourned the loss of my my favourite 500mm "wildlife" lens which somehow had grown fungus inside it (don’t ask) so I was reduced to a 300mm lens for trying to get some shots of the kites with. I didn’t think I would get any decent shots at all. I thought if I was lucky I might get the odd blurred shot of a bird, or more probably a load of indistinct tail shots; however, when I was finally brave enough to look at the results on my computer, I was pleased to see that there were a number of shots to be proud of, especially as I'm more familiar with taking still shots. I’m not going to become Chris Packham overnight, but I thought for a first attempt I had something positive to work with and improve upon!

When we arrived at Bellymack Hill Farm, it was feeding time. We’d just missed the start due to our inability to negotiate either road signs or the ubiquitous SatNav that sends you where it wants to go and not where you think you’ve programmed it to go. As we raced to the back of the car to grab our camera’s, the air above was dark with the wingspans of dozens of Kites circling around. We raced to the viewing platform, throwing admission money at a bemused lady behind the counter on the way, and grabbed a spot to watch these majestic creatures in action. Red Kites have faced persecution in the UK, nearly dying out, but they have successfully been re-introduced back into parts of Scotland, England and Wales and they are now thriving. The Kites at Galloway were reintroduced back in 2001, and it was a joy to watch these gregarious birds swoop down, talons outstretched to grab meat from a large platform, and rise on the updrafts for others to take their turn.

Whilst it could be argued that this isn’t really watching the birds in their natural environment, it does give you an opportunity to get up close and see how beautiful these extraordinary creatures are.


The day we’ve been waiting nine months for! The sun was beating down; I was carrying a leather jacket and starting to wish I’d left it at home, the shops were calling and a castle needed visiting. So of course we headed off for Lunch at The Witchery. Let’s be honest, you can’t do anything on an empty stomach. I wore my Gothic-esque cat boots as I thought they would be rather fitting, and I sat in amazement soaking in the gorgeous dark wooden interior of the restaurant. The waiters were welcoming and made the experience incredibly relaxed and the food was sensational. Nothing was too much trouble, even when there was a Pescatarian and a Gluten Free diet to take care of!  I heartily recommend anyone visiting Edinburgh to book a table there. OK, it’s a little bit pricey, but it’s a Michelin starred restaurant and well worth every penny for the full dining experience. 

Creditors – August Strindberg.

This play was drawn to my attention because in 2009, Tom Burke won the prestigious Ian Charleson award for his performance as Adolf in a production directed by Alan Rickman. Not only did it feature Tom in the cast, but another favourite of mine, Owen Teale and the utterly brilliant Anna Chancellor. It has always been a regret that I didn’t get to see that particular production, so I was thrilled to be able to watch it this time around. 

Free-thinking women are a danger to society and it is best to show who is in control from the start. Of course, Gustav’s views are not because he has a vested interest in his ex-wife, but just a reasonable viewpoint that men should consider for the benefit of all society.

Strindberg’s play is a raw and brutal look at the ease in which someone can be manipulated into questioning both themselves and those that surround them. Tekla, and her younger second husband Adolf are on holiday at a seaside resort, when Tekla spends a day away from Adolf he is befriended by a stranger, Gustav. Adolf is both full of youth and optimism, but prone to moments of dark thought and his ease at offloading his worries to this stranger makes it easier for Gustav to manipulate and impress on Adolf that his fears are not unwarranted. It is only as the play unfolds that we see Gustav has more at stake than just giving friendly advice to Adolf.

This was a superb production by Stewart Laing. I particularly liked the scene breaks where by a group of silent Girl Guides robotically march on stage making fires, waving flags in semaphore, symbolically communicating with the audience in a strange but almost comforting manner which helps set the finally emotionally charged ending. The eerie music and the use of black and white live recording from inside Tekla’s beach home adds to the dramatic climax, as we bear witness to the relationship of all three parties, but from a distance, as we watch it played out on film.

Follow the Badger

The final full day had us heading not far from our holiday home to the Falls of Clyde. Whilst there were various routes you could take, we decided on simply “following the badger signs” on a short walk along the River Clyde from the World Heritage Site which passes a series of waterfalls through a beautiful woodland setting. We returned the way we came, however, if you have the time and energy, the walk can be extended by returning via the opposite side of the river in a more circuitous ramble. 

The reserve is home to over 100 species of birds, including kingfishers, yellowhammers, spotted flycatchers and ravens.  In the evenings Daubenton’s bats swoop over the river to catch their supper, whilst otters play along the riverbanks and badgers start foraging in the undergrowth for juicy earthworms and other tasty treats. If the wildlife isn’t playing, there are still the scenic woodland walks, carpeted with bluebells in the spring, and if it’s been raining, spectacular waterfalls to view en route, including the impressive Corra Linn, standing at 80ft high.

After a day out rambling, ensure you leave enough time to pop into the visitor centre for some locally inspired crafts in the gift shop and a tasty ice-cream. I heartily recommend the Irn-Bru ice-cream as a break from the normal vanilla!


Monday, 7 May 2018

The Turn of The Screw (Theatr Clwyd) - and a Brilliant Bank Holiday!

A Bank Holiday filled with sunshine! Well that’s a first! Despite “Derek The Weatherman” promising a nice break I didn’t believe him, so I was caught somewhat by surprise. I thought I’d enjoy some R and R in the garden before realising that a) the garden didn’t exist – instead a patch of overgrown wasteland had been deposited outside my back door, and b) the garden parasol had been left out all winter, the wooden pole had rotted through, and the remains of spiders, flies and god knows what showered on my head as I tried to open it up. Having lost the cat in foot long grass, which I swear at one time had served as a lawn, the restful weekend turned into locating a machete and making the place look like it’s inhabited.

Radio 4 has turned into my Godsend these last few days, there were several plays I popped on as I set to work in the blistering heat. The ground has been cleared of weeds, not sure the frog was too happy about that, but I found room to leave him and the local hedgehog a large shallow dish of water in a shady spot near the back of the shed, so I suspect I’ll be forgiven.

The patio has been cleared of weeds and jet washed and is now ready for the summer pots to be planted up…although they’re in the greenhouse and that seems to have become a dumping ground for all the rubbish I brought back with me when I vacated my allotment. That’ll be the next Bank Holiday’s job then!

So after all that hard work, I felt I had earned a new patio brolly, so having bought some tropical parrot cushions for the chairs, it seemed a subtle lime green parasol was the way to go! So, just as the Bank Holiday is waving goodbye, and work come beckoning, I’m ready to sit in the garden with a G&T Popsicle and start writing about what I’ve been up to regarding theatre land.

The Turn of the Screw – Henry James (Theatr Clwyd)

The classic ghost story brought to life by Daniel Buckroyd, tells the tale of a governess in 1840 who agrees to look after two orphaned children. Shortly after arriving at the country house in Bly, the governess sees the image of a man and a woman who she later finds out are former employees at Bly, now deceased. The governess feels compelled to do everything she can to keep the children in her care safe, but at what cost?

Why I am drawn to ghost stories is anyone’s guess, but they are an intrinsic part of our literary heritage. From Hamlet to Jane Eyre; Green Tea to The Woman in White, the UK is richly furnished with tales of ghostly goings on. There is something strangely comforting about sitting in a darkened theatre having the wits scared from you, to breathing a sigh of relief when the lights come on and we are back in the normal world.< The Turn of the Screw is a disturbing tale and ambiguous in that one cannot be sure whether the ghosts are real or not. The tale has inspired many writers including Susan Hill – the image of a woman in black and a chair that rocks on its own – are both elements borrowed for her own famous tale, The Woman in Black.

Skewed proscenium arches framing the stage, dustsheets covering items of furniture, subtle lighting where gaslights flicker, silhouettes appear behind frosted windows, lightning flashes giving a glimpse of bodies, together with an evocative music score, the eerie stage is set! 

What I really loved about this version was that whilst it stuck pretty close to the original book, I left the theatre pondering what had really happened. Tim Luscombe’s adaptation picks apart all the contradictions in James’ book, giving a layered production which takes the now grown up orphan Flora (played by Annabel Smith as both the adult and child) to question the governess about what had happened to her and her brother during her childhood years.

I had taken the book at face value, just a ghostly tale, had the governess seen the ghosts or were they just a figment of her imagination? Admittedly I had read the book quickly, but I hadn’t really given any thought as to the actual state of mind of the governess. Was this the mind-set of a sexually repressed governess, or a woman suffering from depression, or was some deeper Freudian thinking necessary? Carli Norris’ knock out performance changed my thoughts on the book and gave me some deeper, complex, food for thought. I drove home seriously questioning those ghosts, were they real or not?! I think another, considered, reading of the text is probably in order!

The play is still touring until 26th May 2018, catch it if you can.

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

The Winslow Boy - The Lowry, Salford

Isn’t it surprising how a bit of sunshine, a theatre trip and a catch up with a friend over dinner can reset the lethargy button?

 It’s not that I haven’t done anything since my last entry, quite the contrary my dear reader, however, whilst the doing was fun, the write up seemed too much of a chore. What originally started as something cathartic had started to get shoved onto a mounting pile of half-finished things that needed dealing with (included play reports!) So, now the doom and gloom of Winter is on its way out and Spring is (supposedly) on its way in…let’s get some writing done! (Although saying that it's still taken 3 days to actually post what I'd written!)

The Winslow Boy is one of my favourite Rattigan plays. It is based around a true story of a father’s fight for justice against the Admiralty when his young son is accused of stealing a postal order. We had originally intended to see he play in March at Birmingham Rep, however, the theatre cancelled the performance last minute due to heavy snow. This was a double whammy for me (well triple actually.) 1. I was missing a play I had long looked forward to seeing. 2. I was missing out on a weekend catch up with a friend I’d not seen since before Christmas. 3. Tom Burke was reading poetry in London which I hadn’t got a ticket for because of my prior engagement. But there was light on the horizon…The Winslow Boy was heading to Salford and my friend and I were able to rearrange, so whilst there may have been a delay, at least points 1 & 2 could be rectified.

Whilst Rattigan fell out of favour with the critics for being old-fashioned, in the late 70’s after his death his work started to become popular. Modern audiences engage with his realistic characters whose everyday problems are deeply moving. Society likes to believe it has moved on, but many issues of the 40s, 50s, 60’s and 70s when Rattigan was writing are still just as prevalent today.

“Let right be done”

In the case of the Winslow Boy, Rattigan shows that standing up for oneself, that fighting for justice and what is right is important. Principles and morality are an important part of the human condition, and what are we without them? What if we let the establishment run over the little man?

The play is based on the case of Archer-Shee v the King. 13 year old naval cadet George Archer-Shee was accused of stealing a five shilling postal order from the locker of another cadet Terence Black. An internal enquiry at The Admiralty decided that George had gone to the post office to buy a postal order for 15 shillings and sixpence, and whilst there is also cashed Terence’s postal order. A graphologist, Thomas Gurrin, confirmed that the handwriting on the postal order was that of George, and on this evidence The Admiralty wrote to George’s father requesting that he remove his son from college on the grounds he was a thief.

George’s father engaged Sir Edward Carson as his barrister, a man of reputation who did not fear taking on the Crown. He subjected George to a three hour cross-examination, after which he was convinced of George’s innocence and agreed to take on the case. It was a case which would drag on for nearly three years and even hold up an important debate in the House of Commons for three hours. The trial eventually began Tuesday 26th July and on the fourth day the trial ended dramatically when the solicitor general delivered a statement accepting the evidence that George Archer-Shee was not guilty and he should be exonerated of any wrongdoing.

“If ever the time comes that the House of Commons has so much on its mind that it can’t find time to discuss a Ronnie Winslow and his bally postal order, this country will be a far poorer place.”

The play takes place in one room of the Winslow’s home and by doing this, Director Rachel Kavanaugh invites us into the family home to hear first-hand the trials and tribulations of a family sticking together to ensure that young Ronnie Winslow has his name cleared from the injustice the “untouchable” Admiralty has thrown at him. Whilst we are watching a period room, the themes and the issues of the play could be encountered in a modern setting – it could just as easily be set in someone’s kitchen, but there’s something heartening about keeping the play in Rattigan’s era.

There are captivating performances by the whole cast however there are three performances worthy of specific mention. Aden Gillett (The House of Elliott) begins the play as the archetypal Edwardian authoritative father that a son should be respectful of. His booming voice juxtaposed with Rattigan’s wit makes him a figure to be wary of, however, it quickly becomes evident that he worships his son and will do anything for him. Both his deteriorating health and wealth make him an endearing character as his softer side is allowed to show through in his sacrifice for his son.

Dorothea Myer-Bennett also delivers a strong performance as Ronnie’s equally strong-willed suffragette sister. She will not listen to those around her who keep telling her it is a waste of time to fight for women being given the right to vote, or to try and clear the name of her brother. She is stuck in the middle of a changing world, the anchor of the family with the voice of reason. Should she sacrifice her values at a time when women married for practical rather than emotional reasons? With the current political climate for female equality with the #MeToo and Times Up movements, Catherine resonates as a strong and powerful female voice for our time.

Sir Robert Morton, the arrogant barrister engaged to represent Ronnie’s case is magnificently performed by Timothy Watson; his interrogation of Ronnie at the start of the play is edge of the seat drama as he reduces the poor boy to tears. Rattigan’s comic genius is shown as Sir Robert’s demeanour slowly wavers as he falls under the spell of the captivating and moralistic Catherine!

Michael Taylor's beautiful Edwardian set and costumes bring the period to life, but also the clever removal of furniture and less quality clothing show how much the family wealth is depleted as more and more money is pumped into the trial. All of this adds to the authenticity of the piece and whilst the show is a slow-burn, it does keep you entranced until the end, wondering how much more the family can take as they await the verdict.

And so what happened to the little boy who started it all this rumpus? The real Winslow Boy, George Archer-Shay worked in America for a short time before returning home at the start of World War One. He died in the first Battle of Ypres in 1914 at the age of 19. He was a young man who will forever live on via Rattigan’s play because of the case of a father who showed that where there is injustice, you have to fight it head on; a message that doesn't go amiss today.


Sunday, 11 March 2018

The Great Gatsby - Theatr Clwyd (The Dolphin Pub - Mold)

The roaring twenties; an era of decadence, drinking bootleg whiskey and dancing the night away without a care in world.

Welcome to J Gatsby’s party. Put your dancing shoes on and let the fun begin!

The Dolphin in Mold is a dilapidated black and white building that used to be a pub until July 2013. Since then it has lain empty falling into disrepair. It seems a long way from Long Island, New York and the sumptuous surroundings of Jay Gatsby’s mansion, but don’t let that put you off. Knock on the door, say “moonshine” to the person behind the shutter and you’ll be welcomed into a whole new world…so long as your name is on Gatsby’s guest list!

This co-production of F Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby between Theatr Clwyd and Guide of Misrule is a spectacle to behold. You are encouraged to dress up in 1920’s gear, and thankfully nearly everybody took this on board. As you make your way to the bar to order Gin Rickey’s or Mint Juleps, men donning spats and trilbies are arm in arm with ladies in evening dresses, making it hard to differentiate between who is in the cast and who is a fellow theatre goer!

Jazz music plays in the background as people mill around chatting to each other, just as you would at a party, and then suddenly, one voice is heard louder than the others, Nick Carraway (Michael Lambourne) has started telling his story to a group of people, there is a hush is the room as people stop their conversations to listen to him. The evening has officially started!

Don’t worry about the steps, your way is cute!

The parties of the mysterious Jay Gatsby were notorious affairs. Our host for the evening was just as much as a mystery to Nick Carraway, our narrator for the evening, as he was for us as we were ushered from the bar to the dancefloor and learnt how to Charleston with Daisy Buchanan (Amie Burns Walker) and Jordan Baker (Zoe Hakin). “Right foot forward, back, left foot back, forward, and do it again and add a swivel…or just do what you’re doin…it’s cute!” My brain and feet just did not want to co-operate…well not until I woke up next morning and tried again in the kitchen whilst making breakfast! But it didn’t matter, this was an evening of fun, not a dance competition, so we all just threw our hands in the end and let our feet do the best they could!

It does help to know the Gatsby story before you attend the evening, because you don’t sit and watch the story from beginning to end as you do with traditional theatre. Each person who sees the show ends up with their own version of the story and their opinions of the characters, as you would with a real party. In the book it is hard to like many of these socialites, but after having a one on one conversation with a person you start to see things from their point of view, so whilst you still may not like them, it’s hard not to empathise. You might be involved with Myrtle and Tom’s story, whilst other people are invited to go upstairs with Gatsby to help him pick out a suit from his wardrobe, or head off with Jordan to talk about golf.

Why do girls think the toilet is the best place for a heart to heart?

I was ushered upstairs to a private party at Myrtles where a group of about 15 of us played spin the bottle. This was where I almost regretted sitting in prime place on the sofa. Later in the evening Myrtle (Bethan Rose Young) grabbed me and two other ladies to go to the loo with her so she could have a private girl to girl chat for advice. Just why women find the toilets the best place to air their worries will always be a mystery to me, but as we put the world to rights, other bemused theatre goers walked in thinking we were normal folk queuing for the toilet!

At the “interval” I went to the bar to get a drink and a few moments later Tom Buchanan (Jake Ferretti) had come up to me to ask if I knew anything about a business card he presented to me, or how Gatsby had made his money. This kind of immersive theatre is not for everybody, but if you relax into it, it becomes a surreal but highly enjoyable experience. Having done it once, I’d happily do it again and probably gain even more from the experience.

Snatches of overheard gossip, coupled with Nick delivering various narratives and some of the more iconic moments of the film and book all piece together like a jigsaw until you get a sense of who your host for the evening really is. For those who don’t know the story, gaps will appear; although there are set-piece scenes everyone bears witness to, to ensure that the main plot remains clear. If you’re not in the right place at the right time you could miss out on the background of some of the relationships and how their stories unfold, but his doesn’t distract from the night at all…because just like a real party, there’s always someone to tell you the bit of gossip you’ve missed!

As we reach the climax of the story, we listen on in a hushed, almost embarrassed silence as the drink fuelled night leads to the excellent cast throwing recriminations at each other. The party is over, we must say good bye to our new friends, Daisy, Jordan, Nick, Tom and indeed Gatsby. It’s time to go home.

Immersive theatre is not everybody’s cup of tea, but this is an exciting new way of storytelling. I’m so used to sitting and watching a play thinking “that looks like fun” that this gave me the opportunity to be part of something without having to be centre stage! I got to dress up (and have fun making a costume for the night) dance in the party scenes and chat with the characters…just like actors get to do... I just didn’t need to worry about remembering my lines! 

Bundle of fabric
Finished dress
Close up

The Great Gatsby is on at The Dolphin Pub until 25th March 2018. So get your glad rags on and say “Hi” to Mr Gatsby!