Sorry, I owe you an email don't i? I'm increeeeeeedibly behind atm 😅

Really looking forward to being a part of this; a big part of "The Machines Are Coming..." was Bona Books articulating a sense that publishing needed to be having more of an open conversation about these issues, and it's great to be having them.

Oh, he was fabulous. And I think gave Picket license to be a bit more 'stagey' in her writing than usual, and it really worked. The whole "Until a woman says 'no'" monologue was stunning. And yeah, I like the way she keeps returning to Essex; gives a gentle unity to fairly varied output.

My favourite new playwright by a country mile. Effortlessly charming and funny and real, with a directness in addressing patriarchy and male violence that demands attention.

"They say that Aphrodite created Friday night in the corner of her mouth." Fucking love Ava Pickett.

Off to see the new Ava Pickett play in Stratford. Kinda hoping it doesn't leave me a blubbering mess like the Manningtree Witches did. Which was a cathartic theatre experience, but perhaps not what I need just this evening. 😅

I have never seen a moral panic grip a country so quickly or thoroughly

Moffat REALLY imprinted on this one - inhuman faceless spacesuits, the endless uncanny repetition of “Space Control, we are not cleared for re-entry”. Yes, I’m looking at you Silence in the Library and Impossible Astronaut 👀 Any other Moffat influences incoming?

The Ambassadors of Death (7.53) AKA Even the “dull middle one” has a creepy, innovative concept that will haunt the show for decades. This season really is a high-water mark. Also the very last David Whitaker script (ish) :')

Yesterday the question was asked: How many times does an Emergency Alert have to go off before a west end theatre audience turns off their sodding phones? Answer: There is no limit. Still blaring during the curtain call.

No! For proof denies belief. ... I'll get my coat.