I'm just off a zoom workshop with Oliver Emanuel who was talking about how he writes radio drama. My efforts were hideous. (Think of a sound effect: a washing machine. Think of a line of dialogue: "is something about to blow up?") Indeed, they made me think that maybe my feeble imagination was better confined to the stage than a million radio listeners. But some fascinating food for thought. 

Other hideous things. I wrote up this review and misnamed the film (actual title: Circling A Fox) all the way through the review. 'Twas only when Matthew Zajac messaged me that I realised. For shame. I love Dogstar and their work so I'm particularly embarrassed that it happened. Anyway, don't let that put you off. The film is fascinating. 

Stumbling under the pangs of loss for my #skirt, I have been filling the void (inadequately) with reviewing.

Most reviews are fairly straightforward.

This, this and this were excellent. This was stunning. This knocked my socks off. And this is magic. I saw some other less memorably wonderful though perfectly good stuff. Some stuff I struggled with.

Oftentimes, the star rating is really obvious. Sometimes, I really dither. Sometimes, I even yearn for the Evening News' attempt to address the need for a half star by giving their reviewers seven stars rather than five. Other shows, I've been extremely grateful I wasn't reviewing.

This was a dither. But I went with my heart. And have just been pathetically vindicated by Joyce.