Today was the day of the annoying audience. Chatter and rustling papers and lip-smacking Chupa Chupping and mobile phones. It was also the day of Anniene’s latest project: The Hamlet Apocalypse is a brilliant bit of found-space anti-theatre.
- The Hamlet Apocalypse
I remember the approach to my 100th show last year; I was expecting cancellations a-plenty and was on tenterhooks until that ticket stub was ripped – and then there was a tangible sense of relief. This year, Flight came and went with barely a second thought.
101 shows so far. I’ve written up 42. How shit is that?