Theatre is the most collaborative of all the arts. Productions will often have at least two or three and often ten or twenty or thirty or forty people working on them for months if not years.
For someone who prefers to avoid the West End's theatrical offerings, I was left grinning from ear to ear after this show, and although I hate to admit it, I also had a slight feeling of joy in my heart.
As she bounds onto the stage, Shappi Khorsandi immediately exudes a warmth and charisma that's forever present during her show.
So what of Richard? Is he the monster that we have all been told about, or is he merely a misunderstood king who has fallen victim to decades of unfair character assassination? In reality the truth is probably somewhere in between.
Oh dear Gareth! It must have been a slow news day, despite more pressing headlines such as the murder charges against Mark Bridger the celeb gossip section exploded with another alleged affair between the married Gareth Gates and an on-stage co-star.
Most will be aware of Rob Delaney through his Twitter exploits; a prolific tweeter who has amassed over 600,000 followers, Delaney has risen from relative obscurity to be crowned as Comedy Central's 'funniest man' on the social networking site.
In the nineties I was in a band which got signed to Sony after playing just ten gigs. At that point I'd never flown in a plane or gone much further than the concrete confines of East Kilbride where I was born & raised. Next thing I knew I was getting flown out to New Orleans to cut a record.
I met up with author and theatre producer Julius Green who has over 150 plays and musicals to his credit and is currently a senior producer for Bill Kenwright Limited to have a bit of a chat.
Dredd is one of the few times that I have paid out cash money to see a 3D movie, essentially because I'm a huge fan of 2000AD (with a much dog-eared, torn and graffiti-ed copy of issue one in a box under my bed), and there are no 2D showings within sensible distance. Three dimensional movies give me a three dimensional headache, invariably leading to very much three dimensional rich, brown vomit in the car park afterwards.
It's been two weeks since my exhausting 24-show run at Edinburgh Fringe Festival ended and I have thrown myself right back into my day job. My days at the moment seem to be spent working and sleeping, though I am able to fit in the occasional meal or two. My body still feels weighted down by the heavy jetlag and inevitable performance come down
After a hugely successful run at the Edinburgh Fringe, Without You has transferred to the Menier Chocolate Factory till the 15th of September. It is a performance which reminds you just how powerful theatre can be.
The final curtain has been faced, the show has gone on, darkness has descended on that little corner of the universe where, for the past four weeks, we have cast our spell.
Have you ever had the 'Stand-up Comedy audience moment'? You know, when you're guffawing aloud about a joke on another community, and the next one tur...
How quickly does one get used to a new environment? Here, in the Scottish capital, hundreds of thousands of people roam the streets slipping in and out of shows that seem to be going on day and night, literally (almost) anywhere. On every street corner you find artists - singers, mimes, painters, just name it.
There comes a time in any artistic process when the rules of time no longer apply, when everything seems to be taking twice as long as it should, or wraps up in half the time expected.
It's light again. Only just, but still, morning has irrevocably broken. Upstairs, where the festival's closing party is in full swing, many are still dancing. For us, the party is over, we need to leave for the airport in two hours.