Manchester

  • In part 2 of a blog series I’m calling a series of posts on shorts (well I am and it is), we’re looking at another jewel amongst so many, in the crown that was and is Bolton Film Festival. As discussed in part 1 – Bolton Film Festival -presenting a short series of posts on…

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  • It’s become a lifestyle genre; the obsession with and act of inhaling, true crime in all its media forms. Be it by the OGs (in my eyes) of the genre, Netflix, by book or by podcast. And if it makes me basic to be a paid up member of the true crime tribe, then crown…

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  • I’ve never been to Bolton Film Festival. I shamefully didn’t realise it was a thing but was thrilled to discover it was. And what a thing it is. Film festivals are such an indulgent treat and this one is no exception. I write in the present tense as after the ‘physical’ 5-day portion of the…

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  • The production is the cause is the charity is the cause is the production. What do I mean (I’m partially asking myself that question as I do go off into my own sphere at times and my blogs tend to be an immediate download, without discrimination, of my internal meanderings). I guess I mean it’s…

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  • Who doesn’t love a good old ghost story? And none more-so than one from writer, M.R. James, who some consider ‘the grandfather of British horror’. A factor that separates him from many of his predecessors is that when he started writing in this genre (his first collection published in 1904), he chose to set his…

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  • I know that Simon Nye is known for more than More Behaving Badly, but I really hope he’ll forgive me for bringing it up in the first sentence of this blog post (Neil Morrissey? consider this your 5 minute warning…). A 90s teenager, Men Behaving Badly (cough, the BBC years) was indeed a jewel in…

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  • It’s meta, Innit. Watching a musical set in Salford, in Salford. The Lowry, to be specific. To be even more specific, the Quays Theatre, that lovely little venue tucked round the back of the Lowry. Whereas the majority of productions are hosted by the larger Lyric Theatre, which most of us will be familiar with,…

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  • It all became a bit massively meta on Thursday night. It didn’t stop at going to watch a play about a pub which took place in a pub. The play talked about the evolution of the pub, taking in the changing landscape and gentrification along the way. I sat in the pub on WhatsApp remarking…

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  • Wasteman was. a. riot. And to think I nearly missed it? For some reason I’m terrible with Instagram direct messages. I seem to have a blind spot in even seeing them but thank goodness I finally found Joe Leather’s invitation to check out the show. This morning I signed upto Threads so let’s see how…

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  • Thank goodness I’m getting older. The days, weeks and months fly. And so do the years. Most of the time this freaks me out and delivers me into my latest existential crisis. But sometimes it works to my advantage and it feels like no time at all since the last Manchester International Festival, whereas it…

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  • It’s been a while since I visited Waterside Arts in Sale and my first time inside the Robert Bolt Theatre. What prompted my return trip down the Altrincham tram line? Why, Wednesday saw the opening night of Pride in Trafford, in its 5th year, with two shows, the first being Turtle Key Arts’ The Chosen…

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  • I’ve said before, love me a bit of Theatre 2 at HOME Mcr. The smaller the stage, the greater the magic for me. Wednesday night offered another hey presto moment with Ad Infinitum’s If You Fall. Margaret is a pillar of her local community. Norson is a brilliant cook. He loves cricket and fishing. She…

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  • is a great name for a play. And I thought this the first time I saw this production back in a pub cellar, back in 2019, as part of Greater Manchester Fringe. But we’ll get to that. I’ve been an honorary Manc for just turned 23 years now, but try as I might, I haven’t…

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  • I live oppositeish The Lowry Theatre and from my apartment I have been able to see the big red foreboding (not sure why foreboding – I guess it’s the redness of it all, the slightly off way the words are configured, the specific word bones itself?) billboard poster from my apartment for some weeks now.…

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  • It’s taken me a few days to write this – mostly because I wanted to give it the due attention it deserves. So much was lovely and joyous and poignant and funny and sad and lovely again about this play, which I saw last Sunday night. And there was much to be moved by. For…

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  • If last night’s party was anything to go by, the Nordoff & Robbins Northern Music Awards in November is going to be top. drawer. But what is this Northern Music Awards? I hear you say. Who are Nordoff & Robbins? And speak more of this launch party! Well, my imaginary friends… Two words, Music Therapy.…

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  • We are never one thing, we are human.This play is dedicated to the immigrant women who have been here for decades, who are pushed into the shadows…I see your grace. Yusra Warsama- writer and director Of All The Beautiful Things In The World takes the Lorca classic The House of Bernarda Alba as inspiration, exporting…

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  • A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the spirited, annual Spanish and Latin American festival that is ¡Viva! at HOME Mcr… Festival season hits Manchester! Not on brand, I recently left the streets paved with gold that is Manchester, for a short period to Rome. But before I flounced off, I attended the opening…

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  • As my previous post will speak to, I love short shorts – and I love the North West. Heck, when I heard there was the chance to see the two concepts brought together as one at Manchester Film Festival, I was up those horrendous (but very pretty) stairs to The Mews as quick as my…

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  • I love short shorts, we love short shorts. What’s Manchester Film Festival?! I hear a lone voice in my head cry. Well it’s this. So Saturday morning comes, there are works on the tram line, because of course, but the inconvenience is admittedly minimal. Those pesky steps up to The Mews negotiated, again the actual…

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