14 Make your voice heard

Lockdown Monologue Challenge: Young People   Lockdown Monologue Challenge: Verbatim Theatre In all the noise of scientists and politicians, there are many voices not being heard, or simply drowned out. One of those voices is yours. I want you to feel that you are not alone, silenced or ignored. So, Read more…

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The Life of Reilly – A Play about Autism If you do one thing, go and see this play. Developed by Christine Stephenson, author of the blog, “The Life of Reilly”, Kelly Best, Christine’s sister-in-law, and Alison Stanley, playwright, two of whom have sons with Autism, this play is a Read more…

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LAMDA Taster Workshop Maybe you’ve made a New Year’s Resolution to be more creative, find a new hobby, or meet new people. Maybe, like me, you don’t make New Year’s Resolutions at all. Whichever it is, come down to Theatre Space NE on Saturday 19th January, where I’ll be running a LAMDA Read more…

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I thought I’d share a review from a client. He came to me knowing he had to give a speech to his company, and was visibly nervous. This is what he had to say about Strutting Player after giving his speech. Thank you Mark!   “I recently approached Susie @ Read more…

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ETT’s Othello ETT closed its run of Othello at Northern Stage on Saturday night, and it was a daring take on a play which throughout the 20th Century has traditionally portrayed “Othello as simply the barbaric, jealous black man”.[i] ETT’s Creative Adviser for this production, Abdul-Rehman Malik asks the question Read more…

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Teacher Torment I’ve been silent on the subject of Ofsted since the hints at 2019 framework because I’ve been waiting to see responses from teachers and other press articles; in fact, the teachers that I’ve spoken to have commented with wry, slightly sceptical smiles. Actually there hasn’t been a great Read more…

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She sits, her embroidery on her knee A usual late afternoon activity. Her needle is poised just above The curl of the ‘J’ and the heart of love; And here it stays, static, not flitting Over the canvas. She’s staring, sitting By the open window, no expression, Simply cold, dead Read more…