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On the 13 th April 2017, Chris Ramsey’s latest live show ‘Is That…Chris Ramsey?’ toured to the Guildhall, Portsmouth. With just half the seats being filled, I questioned why the rising star of television didn’t sell out such a small venue, especially since recently getting the chance to host his own show on Comedy Central, which is creatively named, ‘The Chris Ramsey Show’. Having watched him for years, including in shows like ‘Live at the Apollo’ and ‘Hebburn’, I expected a sell out; however, I actually enjoyed being part of a smaller and more intimate audience, and I feel as though it really helped out with the more casual feel of the show. Accompanying Chris Ramsey was friend and fellow comedian, Carl Hutchinson, who acted as the supporting act for the evening. It feels rare to have a supporting act which complements the main act of the evening, however, the combination of Chris and Carl was perfect. Carl produced a hilarious, well-timed and relatable set, and I hope he doe

William Shakespeare is one whom I would commonly refer to as the literary equivalent to marmite: you either love his work with a passion or utterly despise it. I guess you could blame the fact that it is commonly force fed down your throat at school reading ‘thou’ after ‘thus’ until the English lesson finally ends – yet, I feel appreciation would grow more if everyone was taken to the theatre to see Shakespeare’s work where it is at its best, just as I was for Hamlet at the Almeida Theatre, London. Image by Miles Aldridge Having only read a couple of pages of the play, and previously seeing an amateur dramatic group’s rendition, my knowledge only stretched to the basic plot, as well as knowing the common line “to be, or not to be”, but due to the number of deaths that many of my peers have told me about, I knew this would be something of interest to me, not to mention the incredible casting that had been achieved. Surrounding the lead protagonist of Prince Hamlet (Played

Warning: Spoiler Included For a Spoiler Free Review, CLICK HERE . William Shakespeare is one whom I would commonly refer to as the literary equivalent to marmite: you either love his work with a passion or utterly despise it. I guess you could blame the fact that it is commonly force fed down your throat at school reading ‘thou’ after ‘thus’ until the English lesson finally ends – yet, I feel appreciation would grow more if everyone was taken to the theatre to see Shakespeare’s work where it is at its best, just as I was for Hamlet at the Almeida Theatre, London. Image by Miles Aldridge Having only read a couple of pages of the play, and previously seeing an amateur dramatic group’s rendition, my knowledge only stretched to the basic plot, as well as knowing the common line “to be, or not to be”, but due to the number of deaths that many of my peers have told me about, I knew this would be something of interest to me, not to mention the incredible casting that had been achie

Crowding into the small, eerie space of the New Theatre Royal, an anxious audience took to their seats, awaiting the horror and psychological torment that was to haunt their evening. Many years ago, I had saw The Woman In Black in London with my school, and hoped that having previously seen it, some of the fear would be removed…this was not the case. The play tells the story of Arthur Kipps, played by David Acton, an elderly man who writes a manuscript of his previous horrors, in the hope that the psychological torment of his past, and the woman in black, would finally leave him in peace. With the aim of performing to a small audience of friends and family, Arthur seeks help from The Actor, played by Matthew Spencer, to improve his performance, yet the pair then decide that The Actor will play a young Arthur Kipps, whilst Arthur plays supporting roles. In front of your eyes, the pair discuss their plans for their performance, before immersing you deeply into the major plot line it