Tuesday 5th July 2016
Text of the day: “Like you said. We’ve got to start somewhere. In the Cold War we’d have had to sleep together to prove mutual trust. Now it’s just self-mutilation.” (Woman in Mike Bartlett’s Wild)
What do they know of theatre who only theatre know?
Why the hell couldn’t we be blue, or red, or green, if we can’t be white? Why did we have to be black?
Galahad in Roy Williams’s The Lonely Londoners
Five adaptations of non-white novels
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