The Moth by Paul Herzberg, Finborough Theatre, 31 October 2026

This is a chilling, powerful piece.

In the fascinating play text/programme, Paul Hertzberg explains that he experienced the terrible Angolan War of the late 1980s as a South African conscript and that he has, over the years, written several pieces about it; not least stories he has been told about other people’s shocking experiences.

Hertzberg wrote the central story of The Moth as a 10-minute lockdown monologue. Enthused by the success & stir caused by that piece, plus Hertzberg’s desire to expand the work and include some other dramatic ideas he had around the story, he came up with The Moth in its current form.

The play runs for some 100 minutes or so, plus interval.

Here is a link to the Finborough resource for this play/production.

Arguably, the play is a tad too long. Some of the themes repeat. But then, to be fair, Herzberg is using the dramatic device of the central characters’ paths crossing over the decades to illustrate the notion that traumatic happenings don’t just go away – they infuse and inform the lives of those caught up in them.

Some elements of the play are designed to tell us about the Angolan war, on the basis that we probably don’t know very much about it. But then, as the South African intervention in the late 1980s was a “secret war”, we’re not supposed to know much about it unless we are told. The story does need that context to make sense as a dramatic representation of the kinds of horrific things that really did happen.

In some ways it reminded me of “We Are Proud To…”, which we saw at The Bush over 10 years ago, and not just because it was about little-known South West African tragedies:

Not just the horrors of war – also horrific are the tales of the Afrikaner soldier’s upbringing; memories of his ultra-violent, failed-Nazi, father.

Differently upsetting were the tales of the freedom-fighter’s son – his upbringing in seemingly-benign Balham, yet his sense of invidious racism and the psychological damage caused by having a permanently absent mother and frequently absent father were some of the best aspects of the drama.

Both Micky Cochrane and Faz Singhateh act their parts very well.

The Moth is not an easy watch. It has split the jury on reviews – click here for those. But we were both very struck by it and it kept us both discussing and debating for the next couple of days – which we always take to be a strong sign.

The Moth is running until 21 November 2026. Here’s the Finborough link again.

What The Animals Say by David Ireland, Finborough Theatre, 3 October 2026

Janie and I both had a truly excellent evening of theatre with this one. If you are reading this piece wondering whether or not to see this play/production, please interrupt your reading, click this link to The Finborough and “sort yourself out” before reading any further on this piece.

We are fans of the Finborough, which tends to put on several productions a year that “float our boat”. This one certainly did.

For a start, the playwright is David Ireland. Janie and I saw his astonishing and wonderful play Cyprus Avenue in 2016…

…and I have been on the scout for his stuff ever since.

Stop press: a film of that astonishing production of Cyprus Avenue is available on iPlayer until June 2027 – click here.

We missed out on his Ulster American when we went to the Edinburgh Fringe for a week in 2018, because I didn’t spot it ahead of time and learnt that it was the sold-out, must-see production of that season.

We might have missed out on What The Animals Say at the Finborough too, had it not been for a tangential e-conversation with Ben Schwarz about the Director, Harry Burton, a few weeks ago.

Ben was aware that Harry had been in touch with me, through Ogblog, about some earlier work…

…and that Harry & I had subsequently corresponded about theatre, Pinter, cricket and stuff.

Ben suggested that we three meet, I suggested that the last cricket match of the season at Lord’s in late September would be a suitable occasion, Ben discovered that Harry was going to be in full rehearsal for What The Animals Say at that time, and the rest is history.

For the record, Ben and I did spend a most enjoyable day at Lord’s for that match between Middlesex & Northants.

It looked a bit like this, although Ben joined me on 24th, Day One, whereas I took this picture when I popped back to Lord’s late on Day Two.

But I digress.

As indeed do the characters in What The Animals Say, verbally leaping around their earlier lives, their current lives, their aspirations, their dashed hopes, and, naturally, the Troubles. The politics of Northern Ireland is never far away in David Ireland’s work.

The largest heaps of praise, though, must go to the two actors, Robbie Martin and Matthew Blaney, who absolutely make this play dance off the page and onto the stage. Janie commented afterwards that this play could only possibly work on the stage if both actors were top notch.

Great praise also to Harry Burton, who has directed this short, powerful piece with aplomb.

This production really does deserve a larger audience. I feel like a stuck record when I say this about Finborough productions – but that house is so small and the runs are so short. Surely this production of What The Animals Say will be picked up for a transfer.

If it is still October 2026 and you read all the way to the end here without clicking the Finborough link and grabbing some tickets before it is too late…click here…Now please.

We Had A World by Joshua Harmon, Hampstead Theatre Downstairs, 13 June 2026

Excellent play and production, not very accurately described in the blurb!

Janie and I were both really taken with this play/production. In some ways, not really our type of play. Indeed, had the Hampstead blurb for this production described the play more accurately, we might have chosen not to go, on the basis…

haven’t we seen enough of these Jewish families with grudges plays?…can get all that at home…not another narrator looking back at his family upbringing play…

…which would have been a terrible shame, because this one really is excellent, both as a play and a production. Well drawn characters – you end up caring about all of them – even the old dragon of an alcoholic, mischief-making grandmother.

Suzanne Bertish, Anna Francolini and Ryan Kopel all put in superb performances, ably directed by Josh Seymour.

The house was not full on the Saturday evening we attended. Perhaps the blurb, which made us imagine that the play was about modern art, attracted a smaller audience than a more accurate blurb might have done.

Who knows? In any case, it still has a couple of weeks to run at the time of writing and we would recommend this highly if there are still some tickets available when you read this.

I haven’t yet studied the formal reviews – click here for them – but sense that they, like us, were impressed.

It’s A Funny New Game by Mark Keegan & John Random, Canal Café Theatre, 10 June 2026

John Random IS VAR (Victorian Animated Referee)

Football is not really my thing, but friendship that spans decades is. I used to write Newsrevue material with these fellas., back in the day…

The above is a very relevant early example of my “work”, not least because Victoria (whose father I was spoofing in that lyric) directed and appeared in It’s A Funny New Game.

Anyway, I took the very slight detour from my regular routes twixt W2 and NW8 to revisit the Canal Café Theatre and see friends Mark Keegan and John Random in their football-oriented comedy show, It’s A Funny New Game.

The show is timed to coincide with the advent of a football world cup and much of the comedy is thus topical. What else would you expect from former Newsrevue stalwarts?

It was lovely to meet up with some of the old Newsrevue crowd the night I attended: Barry Grossman, Graham Robertson and even a special guest appearance from Harriet Quirk, which was a lovely surprise.

The show is bound to be funnier to people who understand the football jokes than it was to me. But some of the humour is universal, as are the characters. Egotist Barry Mousetrap – a theatrical football manager who struggles to separate compering a show with managing a football team. The god-fearing, temperance-touting Victorian referee played by John Random, who also excelled as a 120-year-old Uruguayan retired footballer, who recalls being chased by adoring female fans in the style of Pete & Dud: “Calm down girls, back off, form a orderly queue”…or words to that effect.

I enjoyed the video fillers that enabled some costume changes and provided some relief from the on-stage mayhem. The Sense & Sensibility spoof particularly pleased me (I’m partial to a bit of Jane Austen) although the football puns in that one were all wasted on me as I couldn’t contextualise them.

I could contextualise the Mastermind sketch, in which the England goalkeeper takes “inadvertently naming each member of England 2026 World Cup squad” as his specialist subject. This worked so well because, even if you didn’t know the names that were yet to come, you sort-of know that some of the names are going to be quite difficult to dovetail into a simple question and answer. Bellingham made me laugh out loud.

It was a game of one half, this show, as the whole show lasts about the length of one half of a football match. I think that’s about the right length for such a show.

But if you were not sated by my write up or by seeing the show, there is a book, linked below, available through that link or through other reputable and disreputable outlets.

Well done lads. Top performances. Now it’s time for your ice bath.

Are You Watching? by Georgie Dettmer, Royal Court Theatre Upstairs, 30 May 2026

Shakespeare it isn’t. Google Flow picture morphing The Bard with Meself.

I was reminded of one of my favourite Peter Cook quotes, when seeing a preview of this one.

I go to the theatre to be entertained… I don’t want to see plays about rape, sodomy and drug addiction… I can get all that at home.

I also predicted with word perfect accuracy what Janie would say as soon as she felt able to express her opinion on the play:

Everything but the kitchen sink…

…and of course, kitchen sink drama should be what The Royal Court is all about.

I’m being a tad unfair, but only a tad. The core subject matter(s) of this play – sexploitation, sexual violence and the nether worlds where computer/AI fakery morph with human fakery – are hugely important topics in 2026 and worthy of coverage in drama.

The problem I have with a 65 minute long play, depicting 52 (that is not a misprint) different scenes, is that the drama is barely able to emerge through the fog of scene and personnel changes on stage.

It reminded me a bit of Martin Crimp‘s work – but unfortunately the Crimp that baffles us rather than the Crimp that does the business for us.

The actors did their best and several of them are among the best stage actors around at the moment; Lucy McCormick, Maimuna Memon and Nicholas Rowe stood out for me.

This relatively short run has sold out ahead of even opening, so my thoughts on the piece won’t be affecting readers go/no go decisions anyway. In any case, the formal reviews (which are starting to come out and which the search term if you click here will find) are surely less harsh than my and Janie’s judgements.

Georgie Dettmer clearly has a lot to say and is surely capable of saying the things she wants to say through playwriting. I would like to see how she gets on with chunkier scenes, trying to explore some of those dramatic depths.

I go to the theatre to be entertained… I don’t want to see plays that jump around a myriad of important topics at a rate of 50 matters per hour… I can get all that at home.

Equus by Peter Shaffer, Menier Chocolate Factory, 16 May 2026

A very kind invitation from Claudia Lesley, who had scored a clutch of excellent seats for this production early in the run and thought of us. It was a great opportunity for Janie to met up with her old school pals, Claudia and Anthea. Plus what looked to be a very promising production of Equus, a play that I had studied at school but, apart from the movie version, had never seen.

Janie and I are both partial to a bit of Shaffer too. I had read or seen (or both) most of his oeuvre. Actually one of Janie’s and my early dates was a Shaffer:

Janie even (perhaps inadvertently) forgave Shaffer for his proclivity for theatrical dames who are not Janie’s favourites. Judy (e.g. Gift Of the Gorgon) and Maggie (in several Shaffers throughout my life, starting with The Public Eye and more recently Lettice and Lovage, which I saw back in the day).

Lindsay Posner is a superb director who possibly wanted to continue the family (if not stage dame) tradition for Shaffer plays, by choosing Toby Stephens (Dame Maggie’s son) to play Martin Dysart, the psychiatrist. Great choice. Toby Stephens absolutely smashed it in that role.

Noah Valentine was excellent as the troubled boy. Indeed the whole cast was excellent.

Equus is a long play and the Menier has a bum-numbing seating, but somehow this didn’t seem to matter, as the production was so good, the time seemed to fly by without physical discomfort for us. For the actors, possibly more discomfort, as it was a very well-choreographed production that surely required great feats of strength and dexterity at times, especially from the ensemble “horses”.

This link should find on-line reviewed for this production until the end of the world, if not longer.

Before the show, Janie and I had a hair-raising drive across London with multiple demonstrations and road-blockages in place. I had strategically worked out a route, which worked well, but hadn’t counted on unscheduled (and unconnected) road closures nearer to the theatre blocking off my chosen parking places.

Still, we got to Borough Market on time for a pre-theatre supper of fish at Fish!, with Claudia and Anthea, which was a very pleasant way to start the evening. Not our usual way round for theatre (eating before rather than after) but the only sensible way to have done this one.

I’m Not Being Funny by Piers Black, Bush Studio, 14 May 2026

I suppose this piece “does what it says on the tin” by not being funny. For us, I’m afraid, this play, which we saw in preview, is not entertaining or enlightening either.

We’re huge fans of The Bush and are rarely disappointed when we visit either the main house or the studio, but this one missed the mark for us.

But it didn’t miss the mark for everyone – the reviews have been pretty good – click here for a link to them.

So maybe the problem with it is us, not them.

Which could easily be a line from this play…indeed it could be many lines from the 90 minutes of achingly mawkish conversation and attempts at comedic patter, as the tragedy-struck couple in this two-hander try to use performing stand-up comedy together in an open mic session as therapy.

We thought that both performers, Tia Bannon & Jerome Yates, dragged as much as could be dragged out of the script. For us, it was the conceit of the play and the predictable story that emerged through their attempts at making comedy out of tragedy, that didn’t work for us.

Here’s the trailer.

The run has been extended even prior to the show opening, so the idea of it has clearly sold well. Running until 13 June if you want to take other people’s word for it rather than ours.

Heart Wall by Kit Withington, Bush Theatre, 25 April 2026

Janie and I thoroughly enjoyed this simple five-hander, about a purportedly successful young woman returning to her home town near Manchester.

Much of the play is set in the pub, which gives the piece a bit of a soap-opera-like feel, as does the play’s narrative arc. But there is depth to the emotions and interactions in this play that take the piece into dramatic territory that works wonderfully well as live theatre.

Janie and I would highly recommend this production.

The performance starts (or pre-starts) with an element of immersive experience. The Charlene character is singing karaoke in the pub. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga, seeing as you asked. Go on, give it a go. It’s not easy to belt, so hats off to Olivia Forrest for fooling Janie for a few seconds before we walked in.

Members of the audience were invited by barman/DJ Valentine (Aaron Stanley) to give it a go. No, Janie and I resisted the temptation. But one pair of women from the audience gave a pretty serviceable account of Flowers by Miley Cyrus, then a cunning chap volunteered to sing Tequila, which must be the “minimum effort, maximum reward” option for karaoke. Finally , one brave fellow tried singing Crocodile Rock, perhaps secure in the knowledge that his falsetto la, la-la-la-la-las could almost make up for the inadequacy of the rest. That’s karaoke for you.

Mercifully, the play proper started after that. Rowan Robinson, Deka Walmsley, Olivia Forrest, Sophie Stanton and Aaron Anthony all acted their roles superbly well. Well directed by Katie Greenall, whose name was new to us, but we’ll be looking out for that name again henceforward.

Having praised the pre show Bad Romance karaoke rendering, I should also, for balance, praise Sophie Stanton’s karaoke Brass In Pocket towards the end of the play. Not an easy one.

Here’s a link to The Bush resources for this production, which includes some video trailers if you want to see those.

At the time of writing, this production still has a couple of weeks to run.

Here is a link that should yield formal reviews of this production long into the future, if you want to read more about it, or if you don’t take our word for it!

Between The River And The Sea by Yousef Sweid & Isabella Sedlak, Royal Court Theatre Upstairs, 18 April 2026

Gosh, this piece was extremely good.

I guess you might describe it as stand-up theatre. Just one performer, Yousef Sweid, telling and acting out his story:

Yousef was raised as a Christian-Arab-Palestinian-Israeli kid in Haifa, and is now raising two Jewish-Arab-Austrian kids in Berlin. Only he’s facing a custody battle, so things are getting complicated…

This link to the Royal Court resources on the production explains more.

On entering the theatre, Janie and I ran into my old pal from the health club and Lord’s, Stephen Barry, who I hadn’t seen or heard from for quite some time…

…with his wife, Lindy. Being the Royal Court Upstairs, we were able to sit together and chat a while before the play started. Stephen does wonderful charitable work with refugees from that part of the world, but in any case, it seems, has become even more of a Royal Court regular than me and Janie, although this is the first time I remember overlapping with him there.

Anyway, returning to Between the River And The Sea…

…this beautifully written and performed piece seemed, to us, pitch perfect in illustrating the human side of the tragedies unfolding in the Middle East. Yousef Sweid is highly charismatic and his story is told with eloquence, charm and humour. Not everyone can tell their stories in this way, but everyone from that part of the world has their stories about their childhoods, their friendships, their animosities and their tragedies.

I would challenge anyone who has a heart to hear the final few sentences of the piece without being profoundly moved. I’m sure Stephen wouldn’t mind me letting on that he quietly shed a few tears

This Royal Court run is sold out – it probably sold out soon after I bought our tickets some months ago.

As I often find myself saying, but mean with special intensity in this case – this production deserves to be seen by a much wider audience.

This link will find you reviews of the production, if the “edited highlights” in this Royal Court stub are not enough.

R.O.I. (Return On Investment) by Aaron Loeb, Hampstead Theatre Downstairs, 7 March 2026

Another excellent evening of theatre at the Hampstead Downstairs. We saw a preview of this one, which technically opens on Monday 16th and only runs until 11 April. If the thought of it grabs you, we suggest you grab a ticket while stocks last.

Here’s a link to the blurb and information resources on the Hampstead site.

The play is about venture capital, tech-entrepreneurism, purportedly-ethical-investing and all that sort of thing.

But if that all sounds like a massive turn-off theatrically, don’t be put off. Aaron Loeb has written three all-too-believable, three-dimensional characters who are ensnared, and ensnare each other, in a web of their back stories, ethical dilemmas, rapid technological advancement and the resulting commercial/regulatory environment…with real human interest.

The play reminded me a little of An Enemy Of The People by Henrik Ibsen, especially the Arthur Miller infused version of it I saw so memorably in 1988.

(Aaron Loeb, if by chance you are reading this – that is meant as a compliment).

One conceit of the play – that “the powers that be” might not appreciate a discovery that solves so many problems that their markets and jobs might be eroded – reminded me of an Ealing film I remember seeing on the TV and thinking about a lot as a child – The Man In The White Suit.

Enough about the piece. the acting was excellent throughout. Lloyd Owen, Letty Thomas and Millicent Wong all played their parts superbly well. All three (especially Lloyd Owen and Millicent Wong) were on stage for most of the 100 minutes the play runs, which must take some energy. Chelsea Walker directed the production, making 100 minutes pass without seeming like it was far too long without an interval. But 100 minutes is, by definition, a bit too long without an interval – the audiences aren’t getting any younger, you know.

But my minor quibble is there merely to show balance. This is yet another triumph for the Hampstead Theatre Downstairs. I do hope, for the sake of the wider audience that should see this production, that the production transfers.

Once the production has formal reviews, you should be able to find them for ever through this link …

…or perhaps you’ll simply ask your fridge to call up the reviews for you!