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Theatre review: The Blue Room

Dear Dad Sex (still) sells, despite what some might say. Just head down to The Owl and the Pussycat now, if you need any convincing. On attendance night, the theatre was nearly full, packed with people from the young (no, not kids, of course) to the doddery old. There were homosexuals, heterosexuals; there were talkers, and watchers, the chic, and the…

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Theatre review: Vanitas

Dear Dad A family portrait hangs on the wall of Vestige Manor. Reginald Vestige is seen beaming from behind his dancing moustache; his wife, Valerie, is straining to show her well-toned calves. And while son Alistair sulks with aura and attitude, and daughter Elizabeth oozes with scholarly aptitude, Grandma Edith peers coquettishly from her sitting pose. Attic Erratic’s Vanitas is a modern-day theatrical version of the 17th century Dutch…