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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.

As anyone who is in any way involved with or follows theatre in London knows by now, yesterday afternoon Battersea Arts Centre was ravaged by fire. A large part of the building, including the Grand Hall and the offices, has been destroyed. This morning I read a small fraction of the overwhelming number of reactions on Twitter and other social media. Some people, like Catherine Love, have written beautiful, eloquent blog posts about it. The tone of responses is often one of shock, disbelief and sadness. Many expressed their love for the venue and the shows it has put on since its opening in 1980. Although it’s difficult to find a positive outlook on situations like these, the past day and a half did at least make it unmistakably clear how much the BAC means to lots of people.

I think one of the top things people in London like to complain about is how expensive everything is. Especially when we go somewhere one doesn’t have to take out a second mortgage on their house to afford a three course dinner at a nice restaurant. Oh wait, did I say house? I meant the single bedroom you rent for the monthly price of a second hand Jaguar or a small island near Scotland. So, yes, complaining . . . I’m sure you get the gist.