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Summer is here! Birds are whistling, the sun is (occasionally) shining and tourists are frolicking merrily around M&M’s World. But for theatre enthusiasts, the season also means something else entirely: the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Many self-respecting theatre blogs will now turn their attention up north to give you every detail of the latest immersive Hamlet meets Great British Bake Off crossover. So what are you to do if, for whatever reason, you’ll be spending your summer in London? Who are you going to turn to for advice? Well, to us of course! Because we’ve made a small selection of what’s an offer in the capital this August. And for your convenience, it’s all categorised by the qualities we love most about Edinburgh.

For London Calling I went to find out what makes good horror and how the genre, which is much more prevalent in cinemas, works on stage. Have a look here if you want to read my findings: http://londoncalling.com/features/horror-in-theatre

Written for Everything Theatre

We’re a few days away from the 2015 General Election, and if you’re anything like me, you’re probably wishing that politicians would stop bothering everyone with their grandiose promises and grammatically incorrect flyers and go back to arguing amongst themselves. Because, let’s be honest, many of them are weird. They have too many kitchens, can’t remember which football team they support and none of them seem to know what real people are actually like. But now imagine what the election would be like if your views were so unlike everyone else’s that no party even came close to representing them. If, for example, UKIP was a bit left wing for you. In other words, if you were ‘an extremist’.

Yes, I wrote another piece for London Calling! Have a look to find out what makes jukebox musicals so unpopular with the critics, yet so successful at the box office: http://londoncalling.com/features/jukebox-musicals

Most of us have probably been there: you go to see a show that’s slightly out of your usual range, and about ten minutes in you realise you have no idea what’s going on. You vaguely hope it’ll get better, especially since you have another hour and a half to get through. It doesn’t. Crap.