For the avoidance of doubt, he definitely does not have a quarrel with me not liking the work. “Could not give a shiny shite about that”, in fact.

Worth catching when it heads to Soho Theatre in November

Tribune readers once again by and large absolutely outraged that I’ve dared to find imperfections in a production at their local theatre. This time inexplicably referring to me as “Barton” like a boarding school headmaster

A nice touch: Peake has a necklace of pearls to clutch.
A very odd touch: bringing out “gay Jesus” for one of the most awkwardly miscalculated endings I’ve seen in a while.