Theatres are opening up again. I know people that have been. Entered, sat in and enjoyed a show in real life. The thought still seems a bit incredible.

BS is busy going to real-life jazz gigs as part of the Edinburgh Jazz and Blues Festival. 

Our Thursday theatre going group has paused for the summer after a wonderful National Theatre View from the Bridge this week just gone. 

I have some EIF gigs booked for review purposes which is pretty exciting. 

And the words I have spent all these long months longing to hear. The Wee Review have asked if we'd like to review such Fringe shows that there are. 

Is the Pope Catholic?

With many thanks to Thom Dibdin, in the midst of all the no-theatres-ness, we (we, Edinburgh Graduate Theatre Group) have auditions! This very week.

Three scripts, all fairly short, to be pre-filmed and shared online as part of the Edinburgh Fringe.

Do come.

Our Thursday online theatre viewing sessions continue unabashed. 

I've been a poor attender though I try and pitch up for the after show chats, even if I've failed to watch the show itself. 

But I was lucky enough to catch this lovely thing on Thursday. It proved comically polarising for the group, though I sat in front of it trying to sob discretely as people were going to and fro through the kitchen all the while. 

I think I agree with The Guardian's review. An authentic theatrical experience feels about as a big a compliment as you can get in these venue-starved times.