Behind the stunts is a rather fine, well-drawn comedy.

Billed as a "theatre essay", the play succeeds in bringing together medicine and philosophy, performance and literature.

On the wonderfully named Boob Pencil: Random Wibble from a Textually Loquacious Word Freak, Clare has formula for overcoming writer's block.

Four characters split and retie the skiens of life that flow through this play. It is raw and basic, but effective.

The star is the camera. It peers through the murk to see a greasy strand of hair, a goosebumped arm, a bottomless pool of mud.

Woman want access to decisionmaking in public and private spheres, safety, opportunity, respect .... and they've had to keep fighting for them.

Such a pity that headlines so often have no solid foundation, and yet these are what give readers their view of the world.

How does the first anthology of British blogging stand up against a comparable newspaper collection? Rather well.

There's laughter, and tears, pain and joy, but no neat resolutions. This is a fine, complex, and deeply funny first play from Sophie Stanton.

Lucky White Girl kept her laptop in the oven for safekeeping, but ...