Why does the barbarism of war inspire so many to seek comfort in song?
This is the central thread that writer Lizzie Nunnery uses to weave her tale of the ravages of war, seen through the eyes of a little girl. Based on the Ukrainian-Russian conflict, it is part fantasy, part reality.
I remember saying “I don’t do classics”. It was somewhat indignant of me. In a room full of strangers, I laid out my stall. No ordinary strangers it has to be said. Assembled for their prowess of all things theatrical, including classics no doubt. Yet, here I was, with the same set of strangers only a few days later, watching a bona fide classic of the greek variety no less. How did I end up like this?