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One of the perils of the critic’s life -along with a bad back and an ability to relate to emotion only if it comes in a neat two-hour package - is a deadening of the senses to the live theatre experience due to over-exposure. As a form of self-medication, I have of late been taking […]

Just because it’s a truism doesn’t mean it isn’t true: an evening of George Bernard Shaw tends to be hard work. I can, like most of us, manage Pygmalion, perhaps surreptitiously whistling a tune or two, but after that things get trickier. I have horrible memories of the one and only production of Heartbreak House […]