
Suspended on a grid of metal pipe, sits three people. Two women and a man. Somehow caught adrift in mid-air the three stare into the dark of the audience. At any moment they might speak, or sing – to us, to each other.

Kate Denborough has assembled a series of vignettes centralised around a piece of equipment which flexes and fluxes – which both enthrals and bores.

Black Diggers is an important act of cultural sharing and truth-telling, powerfully and evocatively told – a theatrical event, to be sure, and yet I remain unconvinced whether it is, at least in this current form, a particularly well-crafted play.

This death defying magic trick provides a way of examining the ways that one human being can influence another.

Four different directors from theatre companies around the world were asked to make a work of no longer than fifteen minutes having only seen the final minute of the previous works.

A man in unmentionably soiled longjohns comes muttering onto the stage, a “kick me” sign on his back and blowflies latched onto his filth… he seems truly driven to distraction. Yet as pitiable a sight though this may be, it will be no mere tale of woe.

If, like me, you are not used to the medium of the radio play, you’ll find yourself taking fifteen to twenty minutes to settle into the experience. However as you gently rock away you find yourself utterly intrigued by this strange dislocating world.