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...
If you’re unfamiliar with the name Sally Cookson, it’s likely that you will at least be familiar with her work. She is an associate artist at the Bristol Old Vi...
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...
With the Fairy Godmother excised in favour of a plucky flock of birds, and the Christmas season’s standard influx of Slade and Crosby replaced by a bluesy folk ...
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...