REVIEW: Later Life Letter


Rating: 4 out of 5.

“Humour, sharp wit, emotional resonance, and masterful storytelling.”


With a career of over 25 years, Luke Wright has been celebrated as a multihyphenate writer in both spoken and written forms. He has enjoyed an expansive stage career, earning awards across different disciplines, including a Fringe First, a Stage Award, and the Saboteur Spoken Word Artist of the Year. Later Life Letter, his new touring show, corresponds to his new book of the same name, and tells the story of his adoption through a series of vignettes that are funny, frank, affecting, and fascinating.

A brilliant storyteller and an electrifying performer, Luke Wright opened his performance with charisma, sharp comments, and beautifully curated words. It is quite amazing how the fusion of stand-up comedy and his poetry strikes an almost perfect balance, and how he could switch hats so freely in-between both forms. The movement between poetry and stand-up comedy brings exactly the right degree of authenticity and self-directed irony, offering sharp observation alongside emotional openness.

He takes us on an intimate journey of growing up and continually searching for a history lost to his childhood. The storytelling of his poetry feels deeply personal, honest, and compelling. Poetry as a form, particularly when performed, often carries a degree of opacity and theatricality; here, however, it feels truthful and sincere, precisely the right language and medium for his storytelling. The vignettes—of him and his brother, of the view outside his window, of the streets he was born on, and of the brick walls he was raised within—feel written with, by, and in the service of love. His words offer a powerful counterstatement to certain public gazes towards adopted children: a gaze that subtly others the experience of being raised by non-biological parents, framing it as a deviation from the norm.  Through his poetry, he responds to such assumptions in a human, open, frank, and incisively sharp way—“adoption means belonging,” as he’s quoted in the show. 

The moral he ultimately arrives at—that we choose our own story—sits comfortably within the show, though more than just a moral, it’s also an act of care and love. The poems draw on stories both his own and those passed on from his parents, yet they are also extensions of the love he received from an early age, from those who nurtured him as he grew up. Sharing these stories with audiences is an act of passing that love on. He reminds us that telling stories, to others and to ourselves, is an immensely powerful act, an act of love.

REVIEW: 1.17am or until the words run out


Rating: 4 out of 5.

As a party rages on outside, two friends hash it out, in this emotional tour de force.


A grieving girl. A claustrophobic room filled with her dead brother’s clothes. And an ex-best friend.  Zoe Hunter-Gordon’s writing expertly weaves together these powerful ingredients of tension, creating a hair-raising 70 minutes of stunning realism that offers a profound meditation on what it feels like to lose people in our life, and the pain of discovering a different side to the ones you love.

Katie, played with profound emotional depth by Catherine Ashdown, has shut herself in her dead brother’s room in his flat share. A room she feels belongs to a side of her brother she never truly got to know. 

The distance Katie feels from him is worsened when her childhood and recently estranged best friend Roni, played with a vibrant stage presence and gripping command of the audience by Eileen Duffy, enters the bedroom and reveals to Katie the full extent of the relationship she had with her brother. 

The sound design by Raffaela Pancucci adds to the simmering pot of tension, involving muffled yet persistent techno beats from the party upstairs, displaying that this room is not a refuge from the outside world and drama, but a place where tension will boil over, creating a claustrophobic cocoon of grief, further enhanced by the messy bedroom set design by Anna Kelsey.

Taken through an emotional roller-coaster of Katie’s attempts to reach the truth and reconcile with Roni, directed skilfully by Sarah Stacey, I was hooked by the drama that unfolded, finding every revelation, shocking and tragic and emotionally piercing in the best sort of way, made all the more gripping by Hunter-Gordan’s cleverly timed reveals of information.

It was a play with profound moments of tenderness, pain, and also love, phenomenally acted by the talented cast members. With dialogue that truly captures the human experience, I look forward to seeing what this talented writer does next.

REVIEW: Millenium Girls


Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

A snapshot of 90s North London girlhood given the gravity and joy it deserves, with a banging soundtrack to match. 


In her debut play, Sophie Leonie paints a vivid picture of teenage life in Finsbury Park. There are boys, bullying, friendship and of course, garage music. There is a world that is full of love and excitement, but also danger and competition.

The difficulty of teenage girlhood persists through time, which Leonie illustrates movingly through the second storyline of present-day Jessica’s relationship with her daughter Jasmine, played with innocence and tenderness by Nkhanise Phiri, who is facing her nude pictures being shared on the internet. Home from school, she finds her mother’s tapes and dives into the story of her youth. 

The happiness found in friendship is brought to life through charismatic and vibrant performances by Tamara Camacho and Unique Spencer, playing Jessica’s two best friends Chanel and Latisha. With skilful direction by Jade Lewis, this play truly celebrates friendship and takes you down a road of nostalgia, made all the more enjoyable by the excellent soundtrack. 

However, Millennium Girls doesn’t shy away from the dark underside of the girl’s fun and excitement. The girls face sexual assault and predation from older men, exhibiting the scrutiny of the over-sexualised world, often seeking to take advantage of those most vulnerable. A theme that is truly brought to fruition after Jessica faces assault and becomes depressed. 

Unable to move from her bed and blanketed on New Year’s Eve, the stark contrast between her previous innocence is glaring. However, it’s friendship that saves Jessica, as Chanel and Latisha arrive, get her out of bed, light sparklers and head to Trafalgar square to see in the millennium. An ending that is moving and hopeful, Millennium Girls packs an emotional gut punch and will leave you wanting to go grab your friends, hug them tight, and listen to some garage.

Millenium Girls runs at Brixton House until 31st May 2025. Tickets here.

REVIEW: Spent


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

A game of powerplay and manipulation, SPENT interrogates how gender influences our judgement, blurring the lines between victim and perpetrator.


With alternating genders in each performance, SPENT asked how we perceive power, control and abuse through the prism of gender.

The performance of SPENT I attended involved the role of A, an ‘up and coming exec’ played by Nikoletta Soumelidis ( female)  and B, ‘ A struggling artist’, played by Charlie Collinson (male). 

With a clear discrepancy in their financial success, I expected the story to involve A having all the power. 

Yet this was far from the truth. B won’t let A go to Japan, he goes through her phone, he psychologically tortures her, weaponizing his mental health against her. A is not without fault either. She emotionally cheats on B and doesn’t take into account his trauma from his childhood spent in hospital with leukaemia and consequent distance from his Mother. But would these be perceived as faults if the genders were reversed? Would A have been seen  as so ‘insensitive’? 

Nikoletta Soumelidis’s writing expertly captured the small variants and manipulations in human behaviour, sparking conversation and reflection. 

SPENT asked pervasive questions, combined with beautiful physical movement directed by Lauren Lucy Cook exploring bondage, the couple’s sexual dynamic and the interconnection and addictive nature of pleasure and pain .

A and B are in a state of toxicity, bought to life with high levels of anguish and pain by the actors. In all this darkness, moving between the present and past in a series of vignettes, I felt slightly disorientated and a need for more tension to spur the characters on and the relationship into action.  

I would have loved the chance to have seen the gender swapping incorporated into one production. SPENT is an incredibly powerful concept that the writing carries brilliantly, despite a slow moving and time-consuming reality.

REVIEW: Is This Thing On?


Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

Theatre duo MissMatch’s sparkling chemistry shines through in this funny and dynamic fight for the mic.


Stood on boxes on opposite sides of the stage and armed with standing microphones, Ellie Campbell and Megan Keaveney immediately cultivated an atmosphere of playful tension.

The intimate space of The Hope Theatre only served to heighten this as audience members eyes darted from performer to performer, with no escape from the gaze of the commanding and unafraid Ellie Campbell, playing the role of Liz with a comedically teasing and larger than life presence.

There was also no room for the audience to hide, choosing who to look at and listen to – the brash and bold Mary, loving the spotlight introducing herself as a theatre maker, physical performer, spoken word artist’ or the hesitant and uptight Liz who is getting so little attention, she taps the mic, questioning, ‘is this thing on?’.

Not only was it fascinating to watch the reception of these two different performances within the performance, but it also asked probing questions about creative expression and what kind of voices and stories get listened to and how far should we go to cater to the audience in order to be heard.

This particularly came to fruition later in the piece when Mary tells a tantalisingly sensual story about her first experience with a woman, allowing her to reach a place of self-acceptance of her sexuality, only for Liz to transform her words into a song which Keaveney sings beautifully but reduces Mary’s experience, making it consumable for the heteronormative gaze.

It was in these moments and in other moments of hilariously brash sexual honesty detailing being given an orgasm from a bus and a maggot filled vagina where the piece truly delighted, creating theatre that was unique and profound.

Two incredibly talented actors, Keavney and Campbell brought the play to life with a dynamism and command of the stage showcasing their eclectic talents and incredible chemistry and were clearly directed skillfully by Rosa Hallam Fryer. 

The formal shifts are riveting and there is something truly beautiful in the chaos of the show and its evasion of simplicity and neatness, making Is This Thing On?  a wild fun-filled ride, which keeps your brain ticking well after you’ve bid this skilful duo goodbye. 

REVIEW: Autism Mama


Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

An instantly likeable and warm comic, Lacey keeps the audience on her side throughout this hilariously honest no-holds- barred look into her autistic son’s journey through puberty.


‘I’m a G-Ma’, Josephine Lacey tells the cosy audience of The Soho Theatre Upstairs, smilingly. Dressed in a red sequined top and performing stand-up comedy, she certainly isn’t what comes to mind when you think of the word ‘granny’.

Celebrating the birth of her recent grandchild and complaining about her older son being a ‘c*nt’, Lacey immediately sets the tone with her honest and frank speech. A little bit rude and a little bit cheeky but with a strong maternal vibe and a comforting atmosphere, this was a comedy show where the entire audience felt safe and entertained.

With a strong set up, Lacey announced brashly that this will be the story of how she taught her autistic son to wank, shining a light on a topic that is so foolishly entrenched in taboo, and the often-neglected topic of sensory difficulties puberty can cause for those with autism. 

Lacey’s amount of love for her son beams out of her throughout this hour, even in moments where she describes cringing behind a shopping trolley after her son tells a woman in the supermarket ‘I like your breasts’, she celebrates the musicality in his voice and appreciation of the woman’s lack of offense, urging the importance of tolerance and understanding. 

Armed with an arsenal of hilarious props such as social stories to describe the process of wanking, ridiculously exaggerated bodily fluids and a delightfully large balloon penis, Lacey welcomes the audience into her and her son’s world and how they navigated his puberty, in an atmosphere free of judgement and pumped with laughter. 

Engaging with the audience in a playful and kind fashion,  Lacey builds a feeling of  camaraderie amongst us and upon leaving audience members were heard discussing just how much they wanted to be her friend. 

Crafting a space where everything’s okay and everyone’s welcome, Lacey’s comedic hour shows the power comedy has to bring everyone together and leave laughing, doing away with taboos.

REVIEW: The Buddha of Suburbia


Rating: 5 out of 5.

A spectacular riot of sex, love and music amidst the rising racism of 70s South London, leaving audiences boogying out The Barbican.


Theatre is a journey into a different world and in few other productions is the power of this art form so greatly affirmed than in Emma Rice’s adaptation of the 1990 novel by Hanif Kureishi, The Buddha of Suburbia. 

At a lengthy 2 hours and 30 minutes, I found myself completely captivated by Karim’s world, feeling no desire to leave and return to reality.

To hold the attention of over 1000 audience members in the vast space of the Barbican Theatre for such a length of time is no easy feat, but one that Dee Ahluwalia, playing Karim,  does with such flair and naturalness. Armed with a standing microphone, Dee kicks off the production with a fast paced and fun monologue, introducing the late 70s era; a time of hope and excitement, coming out of the winter of discontent.

Young Karim embodies the spirit of this age, expressing a hope to transcend Beckenham and Suburbia, seeking a greater artistic pursuit – the world of the theatre. 

However the theatre industry is cruel and unkind to Karim, racially stereotyping him, displayed in a moment where Karim is forced to paint himself brown and wear a loincloth, and again when the hilariously pompous director Matthew Pyke, played by Ewan Wardrop, requires Karim to exploit his family members as characters, stating his play needs more ‘colour’.

Despite these serious and thought-provoking explorations of power dynamics and racism, The Buddha of Suburbia maintains a riotously upbeat tone. This is brought to life through excellent sound design by Simon Baker, a humorous motif of orgasms as confetti, a fruit filled orgy and delightfully recognisable characters.

Karim’s world contains a wonderfully quirky amalgamation of family members: his stubborn but caring Auntie, his sexually empowered book-worm cousin Jamila, her Arthur Conan Doyle obsessed devoted ‘husband’ Changez, Karim’s uptight but ever-caring mother Margaret and his previously aristocratic but now spiritually enlightened clerk father Haroon. These characters are brought to life with such energy and joy by the cast, you can’t help but feel connected to them, creating a tragic moment when the innocent and naïve Changez is brutally attacked by the National Front.

The Buddha of Suburbia  offers a celebration of life, the joys it contains and all that we have to appreciate and the agency, like Karim, we have to carve out our own lives despite pressures, expectations and the Venus flytrap of suburbia. Ending in a fabulous dance sequence, The Buddha of Suburbia is  a life-affirming and compelling ensemble piece, leaving the audience on a high, boogying out The Barbican. 

REVIEW: Fourteen in ’14


Rating: 4 out of 5.

A brightly comic and honest exploration into 2014 girlhood


In her one-woman show, Sarah Saxby interrogates growth into girlhood, amidst an era of rising misogyny, Tumblr and growing pressures on appearances due to an ever-growing online rabbit hole for teenagers to fall down into.  

And down the rabbit hole Saxby’s protagonist falls, opening with an innocently youthful and nostalgic dance routine to ‘Boom Clap’ while Saxby plays Just Dance, warming the audience’s hearts and drawing them into Saxby’s world. 

It’s a world of bra fittings and feminism. Trying to be a woman, but not knowing quite how or what ‘woman’ is. It’s also a world where young girls face sexual pressure. Un-Consensual bum squeezes and exposure to oversexualised internet adverts, weigh in on fourteen-year-old Saxby who is determined to be feminist. Saxby wrestles with these feelings of guilt and shame in enjoying male attention in a moment that is poignant and deeply thought provoking. 

Throughout the hour, Saxby holds the crowd with control, slightly dipping in areas, when she plays with the tech desk in moments that are playful but maybe distracting from the piece’s momentum.

In general, Saxby delivers a high octane and energetic piece which finds you relating to and reflecting on your fourteen-year-old self. With great comedic energy, Saxby appeals to the part of us who can’t help but wish to run away with Harry Styles to an unnamed American city in a cathartic hour where her fourteen-year-old self is both resurrected and laid down to rest. 

REVIEW: King Troll (The Fawn)


Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

‘A wickedly clever exposure of state racism and anti-immigration sentiment packed to the punch with humour and spookiness. ‘


Sonali Bhattacharyya’s play, King Troll (The Fawn), a finalist for the Women’s Prize for Playwrighting, began with a plunge into darkness and ended with a rapturous applause.

There was immediate intrigue amidst the dark room of The New Diorama theatre as lights intermittently flashed and the voice of The Fawn, expertly played by Dominic Holmes, warned the audience of the danger of those who look like us, but are someone else.

What followed was an entry into a world of mysticism and magic but also hostility and vileness. A world where the immigrant’s life is always on the line, exposing with urgent poignancy Britain’s state sponsored racism. 

The play focused on two south Asian sisters, Riya and Nikita’s fight to secure their immigration status. On a hunt to prove their dead mother’s migration status they visit Shashi, their mothers’ ancient witchlike colleague played with fabulous comedic prowess by Ayesha Dharker, who also took on the role of the haughty landlady Mrs B. These were moments of powerful hilarity, effectively keeping the audience entertained and engaged. 

Despite the laughs, the play had a serious question at its heart, brought out through a strong and original concept of ‘The Fawn’. Given a spell by Shashi, Riya conjures up a figure known as The Fawn, who is initially grotesque which Holmes brings out through skilful physical comedy and wonderfully horrifying makeup. The Fawn, however, quickly shifts from something innocent and revolting to a calculated and presentable  white man, able to manipulate situations and those around him, securing Riya both permanent immigration status and a job in border control. 

This asked probing questions about white privilege and morality and Holmes’ menacing stare and slippery movements clearly conveyed the seduction of evil. This was further brought out by Saffiya Ingar’s portrayal of Riya who was transformed from hapless, frightened and dependent on her sister to a stone-cold border control worker, conveyed with delicacy in Ingar’s shifts in energy and expression. 

In some places, the play did drag, particularly the subplot of Tahir the asylum seeker which brought the play into a bureaucratic reality.

The mystical magical realm is where this play delights and dances. I left with more than enough to chew on. King Troll (The Fawn)  is a true testament to the political power of theatre to hold up a mirror to society and ask those important, exposing and horrifying questions.

REVIEW: Strings


Rating: 4 out of 5.

A two-hander with captivating performances about trying to find love and also yourself.


Strings is a new writing piece by Scottish and Irish London based theatre company Slàinte Theatre. The piece features absolutely beautiful performances by duo Kim Taylor and Aaron Devine who bring to life the characters of Sophia and Alex with tenderness and care. 

The piece opens at a party, made intimate by the cosy space of The Lion and Unicorn Theatre and you really feel as though you are peering in to watch this relationship blossom, in a moment that is both exciting and familiar. 

What follows the falling fast and hard meeting of Alex and Sophia, is the trials and tribulations of adult life – family death, worries about finances, jealousy, career failings -meaning the string that binds these two individuals together is no longer tight enough.

Devine brings a multi-layered performance to the complex and confused character of Alex, in a particularly moving monologue surrounding the character’s feeling of always wearing a mask, never knowing who his true self is and feeling out of place everywhere after leaving home – a moment most 20 somethings can relate to. Devine’s performance is so heartfelt you can really feel the character’s struggle and how close he is to cracking. 

Taylor’s Sophia is initially exuberant and magnetic. As the play progresses you can sense how her character is being stifled by her relationship and environment. Taylor’s subtle performance and clever use of physicality displays this, retreating further into herself. As does the domestic set, illustrating Sophia’s confinement, deeply at odds with her dreams of music and living in Italy. 

A tale as old as time, artsy girl meets STEM boy, Strings is relatable and nostalgic. In this there is both magic and repetition. But any notions of predictability are brushed away by these actor’s remarkable performances. Taylor and Devine are clearly ones to watch.