Mottled Lines at the Orange Tree Theatre Those riots that set parts of London ablaze last summer rattled the nation, the government sprang into instant over-reaction and blanket condemnation, the media revelled in analysis mixed with hysteria, and the public…
I have to declare an interest here as Henry Bell is a relative, that doesn’t make him any the less talented as a theatre director and shouldn’t stop me writing about how much I enjoyed my visit to the Orange…
The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania (1846) by Sir Joseph Paton Hoping that you enjoy looking at this painting by Sir Joseph Paton, I’m rushing for a London train. The picture is a glorified theatrical crowd scene, somewhat over-crowded perhaps,…
We say: I know that newspapers are, in the end, just newspapers, that journalists are mere human beings and that some of them only just qualify for that categorisation but I still get a kick on those mornings when I…
If I hadn’t been invited by my friend and relative, Henry Bell, I might have skipped the new play at the Orange Tree Theatre in Richmond. Reading Hebron by the Canadian writer Jason Sherman is a dramatic, semi-documentary play about…
I have a friend and relative called Henry who works at the Orange Tree Theatre in Richmond, Surrey, England, and he invited me there for the first night of a new play. Oddly enough, I nearly went off the idea…
It was a great day to catch a train, yesterday. the sun was shining at Lewes railway station and the open rail which runs all the way up to London, about an hour away, was inviting me to go off…