I'm sometimes a bit behind when it comes to the cultural scene. I've still never seen Game of Thrones and it took me ages to listen to Beyonce's new album. And I am genuinely about 400 years late to the party when it comes to Romeo and Juliet, which is apparently quite a famous play. It was such a relief that I was able to rectify this philistine-y oversight thanks to dreamboat theatre overlord Sir Kenneth Branagh...
The play is framed around the five stages of drowning, which are described to us in forensic detail as each new act begins. Inside each act, inside Ophelia's room, we gradually see her fighting back against a life in which women are supposed to be grateful when they are lovebombed by sociopaths.
The one thing that running a business has taught me is that things are never constant. Things are never permanent. You cannot separate the highs and lows or have one without the other, so you must learn to accept the process and understand that it's part of the journey.
Our bodies, those lush round lumpy things we have to cart about from the cradle to the grave are a collection of the most important objects we'll ever...
As I sit here writing this, I am going to tell you that I am currently on the beach, in Greece (cue the boo hoo's) but as I sit here, in what is undoubtedly one of the most idyllic spots I have ever been to, a man, at this moment, is driving a caterpillar truck on the beach, and is, shall we say, really making his presence known
Clearly at a vulnerable place in her life following her father's cancer diagnosis, the press have pounced on her, seeing her torment as an opportunity to knock the star that they spent so long building up, right back down again. And I for one have been feeling increasingly uncomfortable watching the whole circus.
Stowaway is the story of an Indian man who gets trapped in a labour camp in Dubai. He attempts to escape by stowing away in the wheel well of a flight bound for Heathrow. When the plane comes in to land, his frozen body comes loose and he falls into the car park of a B&Q store in London.
Nowadays, of course, we'd all want to know if Stella was "really" trans rather than drag; we, in our way, are just as keen to categorise anyone who strays outside of their allotted gender role as the Victorians were. Stella's mother told the gentlemen of the jury about how the school-age Ernest liked to dress up as the family chambermaid...
An early scene in this musical could be straight out of soap land: ex-banker Henry Pulling, attending his mother's funeral, has his parentage thrown into question by a revelation from his long-lost aunt.
This Doctor Faustus is absurdly showy, flamboyant, always daring itself on to do something even more outrageous. What a show to see if all you had on your agenda was popping down to see Kit Harington in his boxers.
Operation Black Antler draws on this work. It may sound like a game but it's a very serious kind of play. It puts you in a position of power and invites you to consider how to use it. At its heart is a simple question: if you were in charge of surveillance, what would you do?
It seems remarkable that one man's legacy can still be having such a cultural impact on a nation 400 years after his death. But Shakespeare is no ordinary literary figure, with his work still being seen as a benchmark of the written word across the globe.
Perhaps it's because he was also responsible for so much of our literary history that we consider him mandatory for our offsprings' education, but surely no writer in the English language has ever written such beautifully obscene poems, plays and passages.
Rather a lot of actors have got their doublets and hose in a twist about the changes to the Drama GCSE syllabus and have written an impassioned letter...
What does it feel like for one's entire world to shatter before one's eyes and, in a moment, be replaced by a new one? Holograms allow us to depict this experience more accurately than can any stage set.
I spoke to Gillian Slovo who wrote the play and asked her why (since most of the play is set in England) she had trouble finding British families whose loved ones went to join IS, but found Belgian families more willing to talk.