Stephe Harrop

Wink the Other Eye attempts to give a potted history of music hall, as well as an introduction to the songs that made the halls great.

After Liverpool is a fast-paced, funny, not-too-challenging way to spend an hour in the theatre.

If you haven’t been to the Little Angel, then get it sorted. Seriously. It’s one of the few theatres in London where I can’t remember ever being disappointed by a show.

Once again, the DryWrite team have put together an event that challenges and inspires participants and watchers to take risks, make imaginative leaps and think in new ways about the process and purpose of writing for the theatre.

The Frontline makes a gutsy stab at being a contemporary social drama to match the vigour, daring and wit of Shakespearean precedent.

In the end it’s the fragments of ancient stories that resonate most strongly through The Diver, moments of unexplained but intense ambiguity and allusion.

Chi Chi Bunichi is a devised ensemble performance exploring the resonant qualities of Ladino, a dying language once widely spoken throughout the Balkans, but now surviving only in songs.

This is definitely one to watch out for in the future, a face-stuffing feast of polyphonic fantasy, post-colonial farce, and riotous, rumbustious imagining.

The cast of nine works hard to bring consistency, humanity and humour to an often bitty and occasionally ranty play.

Some of the satirical prey we’re stalking may be a little long in the tooth, but Wolves at the Window proves that there are plenty of larks to be had in the hunting of geriatric lions.