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Theatre review: Blue/Orange

Dear Dad I recollect commenting on this blog — incidentally in a review of another Mockingbird Theatre production — that we should not gasp at abhorrent attitudes halfway round the globe, but instead examine our own. Now the Theatre’s brilliant staging of Joe Penhall’s Blue/Orange calls on us to do the same. Bruce, a fresh and inexperienced psychiatrist, is assessing the…

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Theatre review: Surfacing

Dear Dad I am depressed; my inability to write something worthy of Tracey Mathers’ latest play is making me depressed. Today depression is used so casually in idle complaints that it is often waved off with a wink and a laugh. But when someone you know and one you love confides to be suffering from depression, as a mental disorder,…