REVIEW: Dragging Your Heels


Rating: 3 out of 5.

A joyful queer musical, Dragging Your Heels promises music, sparkles, and a dose of delightful crowd work


Ben has just gotten divorced. After twenty years on a farm with his (recently ex) wife, he returns to his hometown and singledom. Working as a contractor with his new friend Callum (Tafadzwa Madubeko), Ben (Terry Geo) believes he can see his bleak future stretching out before him. Contract work, a small flat that “smells like cat piss” and an anxious temperament leaves him a fair bit less than enthusiastic about his prospects. Ben, however, has a secret dream. For as long as he can remember he yearned to work as a stand up comedian. He’s been telling jokes for all his life. As far as he is concerned, he is pretty funny. He’s got his material down. There is just one small problem: Ben has debilitating stage fright. 

Callum, ever the encouraging best friend, has a pretty decent idea. He takes Ben to a drag performance by the great Tammy Scowls (Dolly Diamond) who, conveniently, happens to be a close personal friend of his. Herein the central question is asked: can a builder become a drag queen? 

Dragging Your Heels is a heart-warming piece that explores the uncomfortable yet exhilarating journey of pursuing your life’s mission. Interspersed with songs and comedy, the production is a sweet take on how your ambitions may approach you in unexpected ways. Geo and Madubeko are charming as the central characters of the play’s storyline, and Dolly Diamond quite literally shines through as the hilarious comedian she embodies both on stage and in real life. Dolly Diamond’s comedy woven between the overarching storyline left the audience in a fit of giggles, anxious – in more ways than one – to be the next victim of her crowd work. She offers sharp wit and self awareness, embracing the aesthetic and energy of fringe theatre that we know and love. To watch her leave the stage was to impatiently await her return. 
This eccentric mix of comedy, drag, and music was a great vessel for this storyline. While the songs may have appeared somewhat randomly, they were embodied with enticing enthusiasm by the cast as a whole. Ultimately, the production was an encouraging, wholesome tale that will leave audiences hopeful. In the face of a harsh world hellbent on obfuscating all that is wonderful about queerness and drag, Dragging Your Heels is a great way to give that bigoted public the metaphorical (or perhaps literal) finger.

REVIEW: The Diana Mixtape


Rating: 5 out of 5.

A fun, lighthearted mix of theatre and pop hits, The Diana Mixtape is a hilarious, feel-good night out full of camp, energy, and singalong moments


The Diana Mixtape at The Lowry is such a laugh. From the start, it’s clear the show isn’t taking itself too seriously, which makes it easy to just enjoy. The setup is funny and clever part theatre, part concert and the cast absolutely lean into that vibe.

The show stars Courtney Act, Divina De Campo, Rosé, Kitty Scott-Claus and Priyanka, and yes, they’re all playing Diana. At first that sounds a bit odd, but it works. It’s camp, it’s silly, but it’s done with so much energy that you just go with it. There’s no trying to be a serious biopic, which is nice. It’s more a celebration of Diana through this over-the-top, pop-heavy lens.

The music is a big part of the fun. Loads of well-known songs are crammed in, from Britney to Gaga, Dua Lipa to Kylie, all sung live. Honestly, it’s a bit of a banger-fest, but in the best way. The queens hit almost every note, their vocals are strong, and the choreography is sharp without being too showy. 

Keala Settle as Queen Elizabeth and Noel Sullivan as King Charles add extra laughs, especially when they play up the royal absurdity. Lucinda Lawrence as Queen Camilla is great too, and the ensemble really tie everything together with energy and cheeky timing. You can tell the cast are having a ball, which makes it easy for the audience to do the same.

What’s great is that it’s lighthearted. There’s no heavy, moralising stuff or dark undertones, just a proper feel-good show. It’s the kind of show where you leave humming along to pop songs you didn’t realise you knew the words to, laughing at the ridiculous bits, and admiring the costumes and wigs. Everything’s bright, bold and unapologetically camp.

The direction by Christopher D. Clegg keeps it moving nicely. Nothing drags, and the transitions between songs and scenes feel slick. You’re constantly entertained, whether it’s from the pop hits, the funny royal moments, or just the overall spectacle. The set is simple but effective, letting the cast do all the heavy lifting with their personalities and energy.

If you’re after something dramatic or deeply emotional, this isn’t it. But if you want a night out that’s funny, uplifting, and full of songs you can sing along to, this is exactly that. The mix of theatre and concert works really well, and the show genuinely feels made to make people smile.

All in all, The Diana Mixtape is a total crowd-pleaser. Funny setup, loads of well-known songs, great performances, and a genuinely fun atmosphere. Definitely one to see if you want a light, fun night out with a bit of camp and plenty of laughs.

REVIEW: Someone has got to be John


Rating: 5 out of 5.

An incredible portrayal of trans struggles and defiance in the U.K., both historically and today


What do you get when you cross three-quarters of The Beatles, transmedicalism, audience participation, and trying to fit in with imposed standards? Speakbeast’s phenomenal performance piece, ‘Someone Has Got To Be John’. A fascinating exploration of what it means to be transgender in today’s Britain, Speakbeast tackle immensely difficult issues through the comic lens of a Beatles tribute group. By combining music, recordings from gender identity medical conferences, audience interaction, interviews, acting, and personal anecdotes, the company has created a spellbinding fifty-minute play you don’t want to miss. For fellow trans people, if there are any shows you see, give this one a watch – entertaining, educational, and highly emotive.

You don’t have to be trans or queer to find this show poignant and powerful. (Or even a Beatles fan!) ‘Someone Has Got To Be John’ provides an insightful look into the lives of trans people, both general and personal. From gags about tribute acts not quite living up to their namesakes to the several Johns who have influenced trans medicine in the U.K. – and yes, shocking, there was more than one – Speakbeast have got an original, clever, and intensely intricate show on their hands that they treat with such care and love. It is a lament to the current and historical state of medical care for a marginalised community: and a love letter to trans individuals, a promise of endurance.

‘Someone Has Got To Be John’ is a production at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival between the 18th and 23rd of August. Tickets are available here: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/someone-has-got-to-be-john.

REVIEW: Scatter: A Horror Play


Rating: 5 out of 5.

A play that packs a punch and intrigues as much as it terrifies


A horror play that is truly scary can be hard to find. Luckily, Indigo Productions have just the show – ‘Scatter: A Horror Play’ is thrillingly intense, and ultimately succeeds in its aim to be the scariest show at the Fringe this year. 

Patrick McPherson stuns in his role as the protagonist and sole performer, though the set itself plays a crucial role too, as does the darkness of the venue. From the moment the audience walked in, they were immersed in a deeply unsettling environment with flickering lights that were barely enough to cast any kind of visibility. 

Moments of humour were few and far between, but the moments that appeared, had the whole audience laughing: a wonderful use of comedy to break tension and provide the audience with a feeling of relief. That relief, however, was always short-lived, before McPherson plunged back into the terror of his protagonist and the terror of the themes in general. Rampant, generational mental illness was a huge part of the plot, which fascinates as much as it horrifies. The delicate exploration of grief, trauma, and familial relationships is terrific: coupled with the show’s themes of folklore taken to the extreme, it was a masterful performance that cannot be reviewed highly enough.

‘Scatter: A Horror Play’ is a production at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival between the 18th and 25th of August. Tickets are available here: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/scatter-a-horror-play.

REVIEW: The Players of Diadon


Rating: 5 out of 5.

An incredible and original piece of storytelling about storytelling: a must-see


I have nothing but praise and admiration for the cast and crew behind ‘The Players of Diadon’. It is rare to see a production that feels entirely unique both in its concept and product, and yet that is exactly what Hideout Theatre and Stoke The Embers offer its audiences! Set in “a far off kingdom,” a company of players are given three days to write a new play about their king, or face execution. 

What starts as a wonderfully chaotic comedy ends as a truly thrilling commentary on the truth behind art and history. Each character – from the long-winded yet secretive Polonius and the pompous Mr Porridge to the starry-eyed Huzzah and the scornful Camille – is fully-formed and larger than life. The actors make their interactions onstage a delight to watch: the true joy they have for performance comes through in their every word. Opening with a fantastically – melodramatic Shakespearean monologue and ending with a moment of Renaissance – esque horror, the strength of the actors complements the skill of the writers, creating a show that is honestly brilliant. While the show doesn’t take itself too seriously, it allows its audience and actors to sit with moments of discomfort and realisation, showcasing the ability of dark comedy to be thought-provoking as much as it amuses.

If you are in the mood to be entertained, enraptured, and enlightened, then ‘The Players of Diadon’ is the show for you. I believe this show is a true hidden gem of the Fringe this year, a secret hidden commentary in a world currently overloaded with ‘fake news’ and censorship. 

‘The Players of Diadon’ is a production at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival between the 18th and 25th of August. Tickets are available here: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/the-players-of-diadon.

REVIEW: Peace Circle

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

A gritty commentary on the differing variations of grief


‘Peace Circle’ is a fifty-minute production by Sheffield University Theatre Company that asks the question: What is the relationship between grief and justice? On a simply-set stage, six actors explore the dynamics between these two concepts and between themselves in a ‘peace circle’ – a method of restorative justice that brings victim and perpetrator together in one place. 

The play is heavy: there is no doubt about that. Between the grimly flickering lights and the tense conversations that escalate between physical violence and vicious shouting, the company don’t shy away from exploring the difficulties of the situation that the characters find themselves in. A family facing the young person responsible for their son’s death – or so the parents fully believe – is a sensitive and highly complex topic to portray, and the company does it justice.

The script, while commendable in most elements, leaves the audience feeling unsatisfied with the ending. The themes and topics that arise between characters seem to melt away; problems that had far from been fixed are seemingly glossed over; the play concludes with a sense of peace that isn’t quite built up to by the end. Rather than a resolution, which the script tries to offer, leaving us with a sense of perpetuity for these characters may have been a more thematically effective way to go, as that is what the rest of the play seems to hint at.

Nonetheless, it cannot be overstated how fantastic the acting and storytelling was. The decisions made in staging the play, and in creating compelling, intricate characters, is applaudable, and it was difficult not to get hooked. If you’re looking for a psychological play that will leave you with questions and a sense of unease about the efficiency of the justice system, then this is the show for you!

‘Peace Circle’ is a show at the Edinburgh Fringe from the 18th to the 23rd of August. Tickets available here: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/peace-circle.

REVIEW: Service Please


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

A witty and sharp script with poignant messages


‘Service Please’, a fifty minute monologue from the perspective of a writer-turned-waitress, is a show with fantastic potential. Oscillating wonderfully between heartwrenching and comic, the protagonist, Lara, regales the audience with her experiences of her first ‘real’ job, and the ways in which the mounting pressure of reality becomes an obstacle for fantasy writing. 

Constance Peele’s script is beautiful. Detailing the painful journey of taking a job you don’t really want, but need to survive, ‘Service Please’ is an ode for all creatives – or indeed anyone who has worked a job not for passion, but for profit. While at times, the acting of emotional breakdown falls short of the script’s intentions, Peele has a talent for making herself look small onstage in moments of tragedy. There are occasional funny moments that channel Gordon Ramsay himself, though Peele’s true talent lies in making the audience sympathise with the character she portrays.

Peele’s clever use of Lara’s original character, Amara, to represent Lara’s true self, is really marvellous, a clever piece of scriptwork. The theme of reality against fantasy stands out as a unique selling point for this show, as does the fact that Lara’s story becomes infinitely more compelling than the character she tries to write! 

Overall, ‘Service Please’ was a joy to watch, even if moments of tension and sorrow could have been built upon more. Clever, compelling, and complex, Peele is a writer to watch out for in future productions.

‘Service Please’ is a production at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival between the 19th and 23rd of August. Tickets are available here: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/service-please.

REVIEW: Static Lives


Rating: 5 out of 5.

The best piece of original theatre this fringe; You’ll hold onto every word and uncomfortable question it poses.


Between social media, the internet, we live in an age where information is distributed more than ever. Everyday we have instant communication with loved ones, communities, and every horror present in the world. Every school shooting, bombing, act of police violence, or mental health episode has a chance of being filmed and posted online for millions to see, and between social media’s drive for clicks and humans’ morbid curiosity, we see them all. Static Lives asks genuinely thought provoking questions on what happens both us as a society, and psychologically when we are present to this suffering almost constantly.

Adam (Luke Ward)is a social media moderator who has to review the flagged inappropriate videos on social media, and one night happens upon someone’s suicide. This becomes the straw that breaks the camel’s back, dropping him into an existentialist nightmare. Meanwhile his best friend Ben (Alex Braglewicz) struggles to understand how he still cares so much, and urges him to just enjoy a night out together. The two together create this beautiful dialectic as they try to probe each other’s psyche trying to understand one another’s reaction to the constant supply of suffering. The play is confident enough to avoid an oversimplified resolution, and is strong in its enthralling dialogue that balances the humour of best friends with a dissection of the existentialism both face.

Accompanying this are these dance sequences often in dark, red light, sometimes literal as in their visit to the club as part of their night out, and sometimes more metaphysical. These are choreographed incredibly well, with Ben and Adam moving as mirrors of each other. Each evokes the contradictory feelings of ecstasy in the characters but always showing a hint of the inner turmoil each face, calm in the eye of the storm. Similarly the dynamic between the actors really does sell a life long friendship, Adam’s opening scene is filled with dread after closing the suicidal livestream only for Ben to walk into his room with an expletive filled greeting. Although they tussle and argue more and more, there is always this sense of love between them, that they are both struggling for the same peace but don’t know how the other manages (in their dysfunctional manner).

Adam’s reaction is to become overwhelmed by sadness, his empathy leads him to what the late philosopher Mark Fischer would call ‘reflexive impotence’, Adam ‘knows things are bad, but more than that, they know they can’t do anything about it’. His empathy for all this suffering has instead paralysed him like so many of us today are. Moreso his job is one where his employer directly profits from the relationship between people’s morbid curiosity and the recording of every gruesome tragedy online, and in turn so does Adam. Although the play focuses on the interpersonal, Adam’s job lets you draw the link that his subjective alienation is drawn from a wider economic circumstance where private companies profit off of the proliferation of morbid curiosities.

Giving his best friend Ben an opposing reaction to the same phenomena, in ironic self detachment, allows the play to create a literal dialogue that serves as a mirror for the audience. As the play puts forward no simple solution or resolution you must provide your own, or at least see where you fit in the sliding scale from Adam to Ben. Each are often right in their criticism of each other’s stance. Ben points out how feeling sad for a tragedy materially does nothing, and often only serves as interpassivity, the empathetic suffering is performed in place of really doing anything meaningful. Similarly Adam’s criticism that not feeling at least a bit overwhelmed by all this suffering means something emotionally, spiritually has died or taken from Ben is one that Ben eventually concedes. As both verbally lash out you will willingly or not have to reflect on how you respond to the same conundrum, and the answers may not be comfortable.

Static Lives is the best piece of Original theatre I’ve seen at this fringe. As opposed to many other shows dealing with contemporary, topical themes of the day it is confident enough not to force a shallow, placating speech or conclusion in its end. It will make you question how you react to an ever connected and alienating world. The dialogue is often suffocating, giving little rhetorical wiggle room to just ignore the questions posed, the moments of brevity will always tease you with the empty option of just having fun, and ignoring the moral questions – but you won’t be able to. Luke and Ben are electrifying on stage together, and the writing left me hanging on every word. It’s a play full of important and tough questions that will unsettle you with the answers it provokes.

Static Lives was performing at theSpace@Niddry Street. https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/static-lives

REVIEW: Don’t Shoot the Messenger 


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

These once famously nameless…minor characters are given a renewed sense of agency…The funny moments landed well which consequently made serious moments difficult to digest. 


The room above the Lion and Unicorn in Kentish Town is an unlikely place for a Shakespearean mailroom, yet it was a welcome surprise to see Don’t Shoot the Messenger on a buzzing Saturday night. I caught the final night of this production, as part of the ongoing Camden Fringe, and left feeling entertained but ultimately confused. 

Traditionally, Shakespeare’s messengers serve a simple function: to enter, deliver concise and urgent news, then exit, all with the purpose of building dramatic interest. Here, co-writers Daniel Camou (director and co-producer) and Sam Plumbe (co-producer and performer) have flipped the script, these once famously nameless, and perhaps overlooked, minor characters are given a renewed sense of agency. They are verbose, brash and slightly awkward, and often silly. 

Set within the confines of a bleak mailroom, we meet Brian (Henry Culcutt) the self-proclaimed “team leader” rehearsing how he will ask for a promotion after twelve loyal years at the company – which has only ever given him a £1.90 raise. Gavin (Sam Plumbe), a messenger of three years, is very suspicious of the new recruit Clint (Ewan Bruce) who has replaced a former messenger, Kyle, under mysterious circumstances. 

The influence of beloved sitcoms such as The Office and The Inbetweeners is clear. The on stage trio maintain a continuous playful dynamic, full of rapid line delivery and sharp witticisms. Calcutt gave a particularly strong performance as Brian, his superb comedic timing earned him the loudest reaction of the night. Plumbe’s Gavin channels a similar vulgarity to Jay from the Inbetweeners, whose directness was oddly endearing; Plumbe’s facial expressions at times were over the top and slightly out of place but his energy was nonetheless engaging. Bruce’s Clint, more reserved than the others, conveyed the bewilderment of a newcomer trying to make sense of a bizarre workplace dynamic — unable to understand why Brian has stayed so long, or why Gavin despises him so much. 

But here is where my confusion lies. Neither Brian or Gavin know why Kyle left the company. His disappearance has an estranged quality similar to Petey in Severance. This dystopian tone is continued in reciting a daily soul crushing oath in which the messengers must announce they are completely “replaceable”. While their bosses Susan and William are unseen voices heard overhead. Kyle’s disappearance ultimately remains unanswered, as the bosses dismissively suggest they should “just text him and find out.” This dark subplot was interesting yet never fully explored and left me feeling unsure why it was ever employed. 

This tension between humour and attempts at serious drama was where the production faltered. The writing at times could’ve been more cohesive, as these tonal shifts throughout the show felt stark and jarring. The funny moments landed well which consequently made serious moments difficult to digest. Loose ends like Gavin revealing he has a child, was used solely to show how the messengers know nothing about each other, but the real impact of this revelation was completely missed. 

That said, I was a fan of the absurd elements of this show. The play opened with a choreographed dance to Talking Heads’ Once in a Lifetime, with the trio dancing in cannon clutching letters. Later, Gavin furiously pelted a seemingly endless supply of ping pong balls at Clint – a great moment of chaos. These clowning elements gave the show a level of insanity that working in a mundane job conjures in its workers. I also appreciated the bookending of the play with another dance to Burning Down the House, as a fan of Talking Heads I will never complain. 

Visually, Maddy Whitby’s lighting design built convincing atmospheres, particularly in a sort of ode to boredom montage set to Our House (the demo version by Graham Nash and Joni Mitchell). Spotlights alternated between Brian downstage – sat alone, wearing a paper crown stuffing his face with sweets to celebrate twelve years of unrecognised work – and Gavin upstage, taunting Clint into a game of ping pong while mouthing the word “dickhead” and pointing at him. Don’t Shoot the Messenger is a production with real promise. Its absurd humour and clever concept, coupled with great costumes and lighting make it an entertaining show. But the underdeveloped darker and dystopian ideas held the performance back. The play could’ve used more nods to Shakespeare, I would’ve liked to have heard more jokes about previous messages they had delivered or difficult situations the Messengers had become entangled in. However, there is something special about this concept and this company, and I do hope to see this performed again, with some adjustments.

REVIEW: Fickle Eulogy


Rating: 4 out of 5.

a bold, intimate, and emotionally complex tribute in which Kollars transforms personal grief from the pandemic into a powerful meditation on love, anger, and loss


Being thrown back into the world of the pandemic strikes a chord with audiences; it divides and unites, allowing singular audience members to be struck with uncomfortable memories, creating distance in the room, and also allowing sympathy to arise from the deepest part of the mind. Overall, it made me think; Nikol Kollars took a risk in Fickle Eulogy, sharing her mother’s story with strangers, and in doing so, helped mourn the loss of many mothers everywhere. 

Ann enters, stumbling over her mother’s eulogy; it also happens to be her mother’s birthday. The play follows Ann navigating the story of her mother’s tragic case of COVID-19. Director, Javier Galitó-Cava’s decision to stage Fickle Eulogy in thrust seating allowed for immediate intimacy; one moment we were guests at the party listening to Ann’s speech, the next we were hospital workers peering in on Ann’s mother, other times we represented the folding in on Ann with castrating intentions — the effect was never-ending.

Ann’s stream of consciousness paints us a portrait of a vulnerable person in the pandemic. Kollar’s scripts write about a large amount on conspiracy theories (landing on the moon, JFK’s death, vaccinations) and in doing so, highlight her anger towards her mother’s naivety and ignorance as a vulnerable human. Perhaps at times, Kollar’s script jumps too quickly from one to the next without acknowledging the full potential of each subject; however, that may be because Kollar’s energised and committed multi-roling leaves little room for imagination, leaving you wanting more.   

A key element of the piece was the presence of Alexa (Amazon’s robotic pal), who listens and guides Ann where she needs her to. Ann continues to rely on her technological friend throughout, who pauses her when her tone is too aggressive or when she uses inappropriate language. For audience members, Alexa wonderfully breaks the serious topic of loss with humour; she interrupts Ann and blatantly answers questions with a lack of emotion. I couldn’t help but mull on the idea that in tragedy, third-party, neutral opinions may just be the best listeners, ’anything is possible within the parameters of your beliefs’ — Alexa knew exactly what to say. 

Fickle Eulogy is composed of love and hate, two things that tread a line so close that they at times blur into one. Now I ask myself (as Kollars did in her piece), ‘To Vaccinate or Not To Vaccinate?’. I also ask myself, would I be able to stand in front of a crowd reciting a performed eulogy of kindness if I were insatiably angry at my mother for not taking caution? And lastly, as I leave, I think I should invest in an Alexa because she seems to be a guiding comfort in times of chaos. Overall, Nikol Kollar’s tribute to her mother’s passing is beautiful and honest, a true testament to a creator of the highest standard.