Barbican Centre Innocence. A fleeting thing, silverly like moonlight and in short supply at times like these. Improbable theatre company

Sadlers Wells Calling oneself a British enthusiast nowadays has lost a lot of its glitz and glamour. Xenophobia, the grit

The Yard (In my best Captain kirk voice) “Space; the final frontier”. But a frontier that theatre generally sticks clear off

Seven Dials Playhouse Aren’t we all a little sick of the arduously serious predictions of the earth’s future? This shattered

Apollo Theatre Golden leaves snaked around his victorious head, Jack Holden’s creative tour de force Cruise returns to the West

Chichester Festival Theatre at Sadler’s Wells ‘Come and revel in the power of love’ The joint rulers of romance, Richard

Almeida “Russia has spent so long as an empire she doesn’t know herself as a country” A dire warning for

Roman Theatre St Albans The tale of deception in the upper classes is given a roaring 1920’s overhaul. Much like the

London Palladium A high-intensity, full-on production that might please the kids but is definitely starting to feel dated. The acclaimed,

Barbican Centre The best thing to come out of Ipswich since Ralph Fiennes (I didn’t know either) Gecko’s surrealist romp