Moving sheets billow, and the waves begin to look as although they are dancing as we stare out to sea.

“I am here to repair”, calls out our lead, surrounded by the sun-drenched desert. His story is entrapped by its own

Lip gloss and murder, a deadly concoction. One that Heathers brews up with camp, infections and gleeful enjoyment. The adaptation

A life dreamed of, yet built using sand that can be easily crumbled into the sea. With Fabric, we have

All singing (except without the singing), all-dancing (except without the dancing), Dust is a show that has its hands tightly around

Memories of sticks of rock and walks along the pier are quickly smashed as Caterpillarputs its well-written fist through all

A bed very similar to Tracey Emin’s famous squalid art show greets us as we crowd into the basement theatre

A tale spanning the sheer destructive power of a bad break up, Getting over Everest is a nippy production that is

Humour at its darkest and writing at its best, Callum O’Brian’s play Coelacanth drags us to the lowest point of

“Do not take my anger away from me!” screams Emilia Bassano Lanier as she accuses the audience and the world