B.L.O.P. Blogged

Here is a brief summary of all the things i saw at B.L.O.P.

If you aren't on the list it means I didn't see you. Sorry about that. Please invite me to your next show and I'll blog about that.

GETINTHEBACKOFTHEVAN an outstanding commitment and feat of endurance, a pain to watch and listen to. Excellent work.

Edi Rogers literally out standing in the cold holding a sign. A sweet and simple idea, it made me smile a number of times.

Tom Marshman offered beguiling memories of lesbian and gay history and ephemeral gestures.

Flash gave us a misplaced, psuedo-Radio 4, word portrait.

Search Party are having a hard time and told us in a soft and gentle way.

Sedated by a Brick present an almost alien, David Lynch like performance.

Lucy Cassidy out on the water, with tender withheld tears. It made me cry.

Paul Hurley was an mischievous child-god learning how to work its magic.

Elyssa Livergrant's nearly seminar ended a bit before time, with promises still mid air.

Openbatch Theatre we playful, with well co-ordinated overlapping actions.

HE SAID Talent Agency examined the working of the market and provided a get rich slowly scheme – Buy Ram-Man.

Robins and Manninen were all about the disassociated facial gestures.

Action Hero provided an authentic fake tattoo service. I wore mine with pride.

Poppy Jackson – What a Star. She made genuine, simple mistakes, created a beautiful, open image with bunting and a ladder and she kept it short. Learn from her example!

Gillie Kliemann gave us a right song and dance. Funny and savage.

Sarah Ruff is bonkers. We knew this before. It was re-enforced. She is also great & disturbing.

Andre Amalio told us with ease and a small action just how fallible memory is.

Sylvia Rimat took the mechanics of horror films and typed her way to success.

That was it for me as I departed to the Cube Cabaret, under the orders of The King of Sweden.

It was interesting to see the polished and beautiful songs of Jack Woodhead, a very talented man, in contrast with the more provisional and experimental work at the Arnolfini. I remarked that it was so nice to see something done well and with precision. The King of Sweden pointed out - if everything is always too well worked out then it gets dull. You need both the smooth and rough.

I suffered an attack of FAIL-itus on Sunday and didn't make it out of the house until the show was over. So my apologies to all you Sunday Folk. Here is a brief summary of all the things i saw at B.L.O.P.

If you aren't on the list it means I didn't see you. Sorry about that. Please invite me to your next show and I'll blog about that.

GETINTHEBACKOFTHEVAN an outstanding commitment and feat of endurance, a pain to watch and listen to. Excellent work.

Edi Rogers literally out standing in the cold holding a sign. A sweet and simple idea, it made me smile a number of times.

Tom Marshman offered beguiling memories and ephemeral gestures.

Flash gave us a misplaced, psuedo-Radio 4, word portrait.

Search Party are having a hard time and told us in a soft and gentle way.

Sedated by a Brick present an almost alien, David Lynch like performance.

Lucy Cassidy out on the water, with tender withheld tears. It made me cry.

Paul Hurley was an mischievous child-god learning how to work its magic.

Elyssa Livergrant's nearly seminar ended a bit before time, with promises still mid air.

Openbatch Theatre we playful, with well co-ordinated overlapping actions.

HE SAID Talent Agency examined the working of the market and provided a get rich slowly scheme – Buy Ram-Man.

Robins and Manninen were all about the disassociated facial gestures.

Action Hero provided an authentic fake tattoo service. I wore mine with pride.

Poppy Jackson – What a Star. She made genuine, simple mistakes, created a beautiful, open image with bunting and a ladder and she kept it short. Learn from her example!

Gillie Kliemann gave us a right song and dance. Funny and savage.

Sarah Ruff is bonker. We knew this before. It was re-enforced. She is also great & disturbing.

Andre Amalio told us with ease and a little action just how fallible memory is.

Sylvia Rimat took the mechanics of horror films and typed her way to success.

That was it for me as I departed to the Cube Cabaret, under the orders of The King of Sweden.

I suffered an attack of FAIL-itus on Sunday and didn't make it out of the house until the show was over. So my apologies to all you Sunday Folk.