At last - as we pull free of a second national lockdown - theatres are brushing off the cobwebs of an empty year gone by and once again becoming a place of esc...
Jacqueline Wilson books were firm favourites of mine as I was growing up, and considering she has penned in excess of 100 children’s books, I’m sure Wilson’s li...
If you’re not feeling quite Christmassy enough yet, get yourself – and any small people in your life – down to the Tobacco Factory. With a jolly evil baddie, in...
Up until a month ago I'd never read a book by Jacqueline Wilson; a matter that wasn't particularly alarming to me as after all, I am not a pre-pubescent girl - ...
My inner child – never far from the surface – was well and truly unleashed at Bristol Old Vic's gloriously enjoyable The Boy Who Cried Wolf. Re-telling the ta...
As Bristol Old Vic continues to be refurbished inside (I have written about how uncomfortable and creaky it used to be!), the enterprising team of Tom Morri...