Now up over on My London Your London is a review of Late Fragment, now playing at the Tristan Bates Theatre in Soho. It is a slick, emotionally wrenching production, if a little short on point.

Coming up soon will be a review of Spring Awakening, a fascinating, sophisticated production at the Union Theatre in Southwark. If you’ve got to choose, pick this one. It was written in 1891 by Frank Wedekind, 26, but not produced unexpurgated in the UK until 1874, and it is clear why – its critical view of Christianity, of parents’ treatment of children, and adolescent sexuality is seriously radical.

Over on My London Your London I’ve just put up my review of Antony & Cleopatra at the Globe, from press night last night. Frances Barber is a very fine Cleopatra, but the men don’t match up. As I say over there, whether you think that justifies three hours on the wooden benches might depend on your sexuality and gender.

If you’ve ever worked on a newspaper, particularly a local newspaper, you’ll want to see Before Bristol, which opened at the Old Red Lion in Islington on Thursday night. (Yes, in competition with the football…)

I had to watch myself while writing the review over on My London Your London, since I kept identifying various of the characters with people with whom I’ve worked.

But even if you aren’t an old hack (meant in the nicest possible way) it is still a solidly entertaining evening – nicely crafted writing and very solid acting.

I just put up over on My London Your London a review of the new production of Titus Andronicus at Shakespeare’s Globe. Not one for those with soft stomaches or dicky hearts, but a superb concept by director Lucy Bailey.

If you’re going as a groundling, don’t take too much luggage with you. (And given all the substances being sprayed around, a white summer dress wouldn’t be the go.)

This is Shakespeare as horror movie. You have been warned.

Aeschylus’s The Persians is commonly described as “the world’s oldest surviving play”. Here we have a group of councillors and wives of warriors, waiting anxiously for news about a great empire’s foreign adventure against a minor border enemy – a pesky little bunch of Hellenes that the ruler was sure could be cruches once and for all, thus avenging a surprise defeat suffered by his father.

This script from 472BC could, in 2006, hardly be more topical. Yet George Eugeniou’s production at the Theatro Technis in Camden resists the temptation to draw direct parallels. Instead here we have a highly classically presented production,

I’ve just put up a review on My London Your London.