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A Poster of the Cosmos and Breakfast at the Track: A Sharp, Resonant Study of Human Connection

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★★★★★ Lanford Wilson’s work has always thrived in the margins—those quiet, unguarded moments where people reveal themselves without meaning to. Deep Flight Productions lean into that instinct with real clarity in this alternating double‑bill, pairing the absurd domestic rupture of Breakfast at the Track with the tense, slow‑unfolding confession of A Poster of the Cosmos. Seen together, they form a compact but surprisingly resonant study of human connection under pressure.

Breakfast at the Track

Publicity material describes this as an “absurdist dark comedy” about a couple at domestic breaking point, and that’s accurate—but it undersells the strange, brittle charm of the piece. Wilson’s script is a ten‑minute pressure cooker: repetitive, circular, and deliberately trivial, yet shot through with the unmistakable ache of two people who no longer know how to speak to one another.

Geoff Stoner and Margaret Curry play the unnamed couple with a taut, lived‑in chemistry — Stoner simmering under the weight of unspoken frustration, Curry matching him beat for beat with a performance that turns quiet resignation into something quietly explosive.

Geoff Stoner and Margaret Curry

Performed here as a two‑hander—a pre‑dawn hotel‑room encounter between a couple —the play works because the performers refuse to soften it. The rhythm is sharp, almost mechanical, but never robotic. There’s humour, yes, but it’s the kind that comes from desperation rather than levity. You feel the weight of the ritual, the way repetition becomes a shield against the truth neither wants to name.

It’s a miniature, but a well‑judged one: a quick, jagged inhale before the longer, darker exhale that follows.

A Poster of the Cosmos

If Breakfast at the Track is all surface tension, A Poster of the Cosmos is the slow reveal of what happens when that tension finally breaks. Set in a Manhattan police station, where a man recounts events under interrogation , the play begins in a register of defensiveness and agitation. The character pushes the audience away, almost daring us to misunderstand him.

It’s an alienating start—but deliberately so. Wilson’s writing is built on deferred exposition, and Deep Flight’s staging honours that. The monologue gradually shifts from hostility to something far more fragile, as the man’s long‑term relationship comes into focus and the emotional logic of his behaviour begins to make sense. What initially reads as anger reveals itself as fear; what looks like self‑absorption becomes grief.

Geoff Stoner delivers A Poster of the Cosmos as a tightly coiled, quietly devastating monologue — a man circling his own memories like unstable orbit, letting the cracks show only when he can no longer hold the centre.

The production handles the AIDS‑era context with restraint. Nothing is sensationalised, nothing is framed as a twist. It’s simply the truth the character has been circling, unable to articulate it cleanly. The performance is tightly controlled—no melodrama, no pleading for sympathy. The contradictions are allowed to stand: shame, tenderness, panic, devotion. It’s a portrayal that understands grief as something jagged and unresolved.

This is a piece that improves in retrospect. During the performance, the emotional distance can feel like a flaw; afterwards, it feels like part of the design. The monologue lingers because it quietly rearranges your understanding of the man at its centre. That’s certainly how it worked for me. 

Together as a Programme

The two plays are distinct in tone yet thematically linked, tracing “moments when ordinary lives are tested and reshaped” . The pairing works because it creates an emotional arc: the brittle absurdity of Breakfast at the Track primes you for the deeper rupture of A Poster of the Cosmos.

The second play is unquestionably the stronger, but the first is essential. Without it, Cosmos might feel too stark; with it, the evening becomes a study in contrast—light and heavy, immediate and reflective, comic surface and emotional depth.

Deep Flight Productions continue to show why Wilson’s work still resonates: minimalism, honesty, and a willingness to trust the audience. This is Fringe theatre doing exactly what Fringe theatre should—small stories, told with care, that open into something unexpectedly large.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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A Forgotten Woman: Mrs Oscar Wilde – A Powerful, Humane Solo Show at Edinburgh Fringe

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★★★★★ History has never been kind to Constance Lloyd. She appears in the margins of Oscar Wilde’s story — a footnote, a casualty, a name occasionally invoked but rarely explored. A Forgotten Woman: Mrs Oscar Wilde sets out to correct that imbalance, and in Lexi Wolfe’s hands, Constance finally steps out of the shadows with a voice that feels fully, fiercely her own. As the press release puts it, Wolfe “brings Constance Lloyd vividly to life in a powerful solo performance told through her letters” .

This is a one‑woman show, but it never feels small. Through Constance’s letters — intimate, witty, and edged with quiet defiance — Wolfe constructs a portrait of a woman navigating love, intellect, motherhood, and public scandal. The production’s description notes that her voice “emerges from the margins of history to reclaim her place in a story that has long overlooked her” , and that is precisely what the performance achieves. It is not an act of historical correction; it is an act of reclamation.

Wolfe’s performance is the anchor. She plays Constance not as a tragic adjunct to Wilde but as a woman of her own convictions — politically engaged, artistically curious, and emotionally complex. The show traces her life with clarity: the early promise, the marriage, the children, the intellectual pursuits, and the devastating public fallout of Wilde’s trial. What could have been a familiar narrative of suffering becomes instead a study in resilience. Constance’s wit is sharp, her warmth genuine, and her refusal to disappear quietly is rendered with understated power.

The production’s history adds weight. First developed at the Buxton Fringe, Wolfe earned Best Actor nominations in 2016 and 2017, and the show now arrives in Edinburgh “in a newly reimagined form” . Her track record — including Best Actress wins for After Shakespeare (2021) and Baker Street Ladies (2025) — shows an artist who thrives in character‑driven work. This piece feels like the conrinuation of that trajectory.

The staging is simple but effective. A solo show about letters demands intimacy, and theSpace @ Symposium Hall provides it. The 17:05 slot suits the tone: a reflective hour at the end of the afternoon, where audiences can sink into the quiet emotional resonance of the piece.  The show is bold not in spectacle but in its insistence on centring a woman history tried to erase.

Even more affecting is the quiet sadness that runs through Constance’s recollections. When she speaks of her love for Oscar, there’s a sincerity and gentleness that makes the tragedy sharper; she talks about him with hope, with loyalty, with the assumption that their shared life will endure. We, of course, know it won’t. That inevitability hangs over the hour, turning even her happiest memories into something fragile. And in the final moments, when she wonders how she will be remembered — or whether she will be remembered at all — the piece lands with unexpected force. It becomes not just a story of a woman overshadowed by scandal, but a meditation on legacy itself: what survives, what is lost, and who history chooses to forget.

Wolfe never overplays the tragedy; she lets the audience feel its weight through the words themselves. The result is quietly devastating. 

A Forgotten Woman is not just a biographical monologue. It is a reclamation. It reminds us that history is often written by those who survive scandal, not those who endure it. Constance Lloyd deserves better than the footnote she was given. Wolfe gives her the dignity of a full story.

A moving, intelligent, and quietly powerful hour — one of the most humane solo performances at this year’s Fringe.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Edinburgh Fringe Review: The Pitch Finds Humanity and Humour in Belfast’s Divides

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★★★★★ Set in East Belfast, The Pitch centres on three teenagers whose lives intersect on a contested local football field. Robbie, a soccer‑mad loyalist kid, has spent his whole life practising on the same patch of grass. His sister Melissa is curious, open‑minded, and still figuring out where she fits. Deren, a GAA player raised in the same streets, has never had a home pitch of his own. When plans emerge to convert Robbie’s football field into a Gaelic pitch, the trio collide over sport, culture, identity, and the shifting political landscape around them — all against the backdrop of a looming United Ireland referendum.

Northern Irish theatre has always excelled at interrogating identity through the everyday, but The Pitch arrives at the Edinburgh Fringe with a particular urgency. As one of only five productions selected nationwide for the Pleasance Edinburgh National Partnerships programme, it stands as a flagship example of regional work that speaks directly to the realities of young people in a changing Belfast. This is not a play about “the past”; it is about the present — and the future that is rapidly approaching.

Philip Catherwood’s writing is sharp, funny, and politically literate without ever becoming didactic. The central dispute — whether the pitch should remain a soccer field or become a GAA ground — is not a contrivance. It is a precise metaphor for the cultural shifts happening in East Belfast today. The expansion of Gaelic games into traditionally Protestant areas has become a genuine flashpoint, and the play captures that tension with clarity and nuance.

Robbie’s fear of cultural displacement is rooted in lived experience. He is not a caricature of unionist defensiveness; he is a teenager terrified of losing the one place that feels like his. Deren’s frustration at being treated as an outsider in the community he grew up in is equally grounded. Melissa, caught between the two, embodies the emerging generation — less doctrinaire, more fluid, but still shaped by the legacies around her. The play avoids the tired “two tribes” framing and instead shows how identity is negotiated in mixed communities where lines blur and loyalties shift.

The humour is quintessentially Northern Irish: dry, sharp, and often deployed at moments of tension. Jokes about Tayto crisp packets, Irish street signs, and the semantics of “soccer” are not throwaway gags; they are cultural markers, reminders of how the smallest details become battlegrounds in contested spaces. The comedy never undermines the seriousness of the themes — it humanises them.

The emotional arc is clean and convincing. The characters begin in conflict, move through misunderstanding, and arrive at a fragile but genuine recognition of each other’s fears. The subplot involving Deren’s feelings for Robbie could easily have felt tacked on, but instead it deepens the stakes. It shows how personal vulnerability sits alongside political anxiety, and how the two often inform each other.

The production craft is strong across the board. Director Thea Mayeux keeps the 70‑minute running time tight, with pacing that mirrors the shifting emotional terrain. The staging makes clever use of the pitch as both literal and symbolic space — a place where lines are drawn, erased, and redrawn. Danae Crawford’s technical design supports the transitions without overwhelming them, and Rebekah Fitch’s sound work adds texture, particularly in moments where humour gives way to tension. The ensemble chemistry is exceptional; the three actors feel like real teenagers negotiating real stakes.

James Grimm’s Robbie is all brittle loyalty and jittery defensiveness. Jake Douglas brings warmth and quiet resilience to Deren, grounding the character’s frustrations in something deeply human. Dión Di Maio’s Melissa is a standout — perceptive, funny, and entirely believable as someone navigating mixed loyalties with more maturity than the boys around her. Their dynamic is lived‑in, messy, and convincing.

What ultimately makes The Pitch so effective is its understanding that constitutional debates are not abstract. They filter down into friendships, families, and the small patches of grass where young people define themselves. The play recognises that fear is not irrational when it has precedent, and that hope is not naïve when it is grounded in shared humanity. It offers a vision of common ground that feels earned rather than sentimental.

A witty, moving, and politically intelligent piece of theatre — one of the most thoughtful Northern Irish productions at this year’s Fringe, and a deserved flagship for the Pleasance National Partnerships.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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1518: The Dancing Plague — Satire, Chaos and Queer Heart at the Fringe

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★★★★★There’s something deliciously Fringe about a show that invites you to “shake your a** and dance ’til you (hopefully don’t!) die,” and 1518: The Dancing Plague leans into that promise with full satirical commitment. Based on the very real medieval mass hysteria that had Strasbourg’s citizens dancing themselves into oblivion, Hannah Ponturo’s comedy arrives at theSpaceUK fresh from Los Angeles—armed with a sold‑out reading, a Daredevil Festival pedigree, and the kind of chaotic energy that thrives in late‑night Edinburgh.

At its heart is a queer romance between Katherine and Anna, two peasants whose long‑fractured relationship reignites just as the city collapses around them. It’s a smart dramatic anchor: while clergy and civic authorities scramble to contain the outbreak, the play keeps circling back to the human impulse to connect even when the world is wobbling off its axis. The production promised “uncanny parallels” to our own recent crises, and the show doesn’t shy away from them—Covid echoes, political absurdity, and the familiar spectacle of institutions panicking while ordinary people try to make sense of the mess.

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Ponturo’s writing has that LA‑meets‑NYC flavour: punchy, self‑aware, and unafraid of silliness as a delivery system for something sharper. The production, created with Open Variations Theater, fits neatly into their mission of reimagining lesser‑known stories with contemporary bite. You can feel the interdisciplinary New York influence in the way the piece layers satire, history, and outright party vibes into a single 50‑minute burst.

And yes, it is a dance party. The show wants you complicit in the hysteria—laughing at it, recognising it, maybe even feeling the tug of it. The absurdity of people dancing themselves to death becomes a mirror held up to the way we cope with uncertainty now: distraction as survival, movement as denial, rhythm as rebellion.

It’s messy, cheeky, knowingly ridiculous, and unexpectedly tender. Exactly the sort of Fringe show that sneaks up on you: you arrive for the chaos, and leave thinking about the systems that shape how we behave when everything goes sideways.

If you’re looking for a satire with historical weirdness, queer heart, and a healthy disrespect for authority, 1518: The Dancing Plague earns its place on your August shortlist.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Counter Culture Podcast: Music Icons On Stage At The Edinburgh Fringe

Pip: Counter Culture has been sending dispatches from the Edinburgh Fringe, and the dispatches all point in the same direction: toward stages where pop mythology gets a second life.

Mara: Patrick Harrington covers a run of Night Owl Shows productions this week — icons under the spotlight, trailblazing women of rock, and the question of what it actually means to honour a musical legend rather than just impersonate one. Let’s start with reinvention, and the artists who made it an art form.

Pop Legends And Reinvention

Mara: The thread running through these Fringe productions is a single question: how do you tell a story that’s already been told a thousand times without flattening it into a greatest-hits playlist?

Pip: The Bowie Story review puts its cards on the table early, describing a show that “chooses interpretation over imitation, and is all the better for it.”

Mara: That distinction carries real weight. Imitation gives you the surface — the accent, the costume. Interpretation gives you a reason to be in the room.

Pip: And the review is honest about where the show stops short. There’s a wish for more on Bowie’s challenge to gender norms — communities for whom he wasn’t decoration but a lifeline. That’s a meaningful gap in sixty minutes.

Mara: The interview with Peter Marchant fills some of that in. He talks about Ziggy’s androgyny directly, and describes what those lyrics must have meant: “Hearing lyrics like ‘you got your mother in a whirl, she can’t tell if you’re a boy or a girl’ must have been very liberating and validating for queer people to hear for the first time.”

Pip: A sequin lightning bolt jacket and a lot of, quote, ass shaking are apparently also part of the methodology.

Mara: He’s clear that embodying Bowie’s queerness isn’t just costuming — it’s in how he moves, how he shapes each persona’s vocal register, how the band reflects the production shifts across albums.

Mara: The Madonna review, Material Girl: Madonna The Icon, picks up the same thread from a different angle. There’s a moment where a quote appears on screen — Madonna rejecting the word “reinvention,” insisting she reveals layers rather than constructs new selves.

Pip: Which quietly reframes the Bowie conversation too. Maybe every persona was an excavation, not a costume change.

Mara: And then Dancing Queen: An ABBA Tribute lands as the third piece of this argument. The review notes ABBA’s real genius was “their ability to smuggle heartbreak into songs that sounded like celebrations” — outsiders who rewired pop from the inside.

Pip: Three productions, one through-line: the artists who lasted weren’t shapeshifters. They were just unusually honest about having more than one shape.

Mara: That honesty is what these shows are trying to transmit — and it’s also what separates them from a standard tribute night. Speaking of artists with more than one shape, the Fringe also had a stage full of women who built rock from the ground up.

Soulful Voices And Trailblazers

Pip: Women of Rock opens with Sister Rosetta Tharpe, which is exactly the right place to start if you want to make a point about who actually invented what.

Mara: Tharpe said it herself: “Oh, these kids and rock and roll, it’s just sped up rhythm and blues. I’ve been doing that forever.” Chuck Berry and Elvis learned from her. The show knows that, and leads with it.

Pip: Crediting the source material — genuinely radical for a genre that spent decades pretending it had no mothers.

Mara: Back to Black: The Story of Amy Winehouse runs alongside Women of Rock as a companion piece, with Reine Beau performing both. The review makes the case that what she gets right is phrasing — “that slightly behind-the-beat looseness that Amy borrowed from Billie Holiday and Dinah Washington.” It’s the detail that separates understanding from copying.

Pip: Two shows a night, emotionally heavy material, and the review says her energy never dips. That’s the real tribute.

Mara: Both productions sit inside the same argument: these voices deserve more than nostalgia. They deserve the full story.


Pip: Interpretation over imitation, layers over reinvention, heartbreak inside the celebration — the Fringe keeps asking what it means to honour someone, and these shows keep finding different answers.

Mara: Next time, we’ll see what other territory Counter Culture has been mapping. There’s always more ground.

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A Universe Without Boundaries: Gods, Monsters and Desire in Hasegawa’s Art

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Volcano’s Archive: Queer Lives Documented from Within, Not Looking In

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Inside The Bowie Story: How Peter Marchant Channels a Cultural Supernova

David Bowie didn’t just bend culture; he detonated it and then calmly walked through the smoke wearing something nobody had seen before. The Bowie Story promises to trace that volatility — the reinventions, the provocations, the sheer audacity of a man who treated identity as raw material. At the centre of Night Owl’s world‑premiere production is Peter Marchant, whose performance has already been described as “electric”.

In conversation, Marchant is thoughtful, curious, and disarmingly funny — but onstage he steps into Bowie’s slipstream, chasing the imagination that made him a lodestar for misfits, futurists, and anyone who ever felt the world might be bigger than the version they were handed.

This interview digs into the mythology, the music, the queerness, the chaos, and the craft behind The Bowie Story — and why Marchant believes Bowie’s relevance isn’t historical, but ongoing.

When you step onstage for The Bowie Story, are you channelling Bowie the icon, Bowie the innovator, or Bowie the cultural disruptor — and which of those feels most dangerous to inhabit.

A bit of all three I’d say, though if I had to pick one I’d say the cultural disruptor. I’m fascinated by what’s next in popular culture and Bowie wasn’t just interested in what was coming next, he created it. That’s a big focus in the story we tell.

Night Owl Shows thrive on narrative‑driven music experiences. What story about Bowie did you feel compelled to tell that other tributes always seem to miss.

I think the first few years of his career (before he was calling himself Bowie) was a topic I found quite interesting to research and I open up the show talking about this period. He tried various bands and pseudonyms during his teens but didn’t really achieve any success for years, which is crazy when you look at how legendary and influential he became.

Your performance is described as “electric” — what’s the current behind that charge: the music, the mythology, or the responsibility of carrying someone who reshaped the cultural landscape.

Again, probably a bit of all three. Above all it’s the passion for the artist. When the artist holds such a big place in my heart the energy I feel singing their songs comes from somewhere ‘not of this world’.

Bowie reinvented himself so often he almost made authenticity irrelevant. When you perform these songs, which version of him do you think audiences are really searching for.

The unshakable qualities of the man himself were always present in every one of Bowie’s different personas, that’s what I’m reaching for. The man behind the mask whose imagination and vision gave life to his characters.

Space Oddity, Life on Mars, Heroes, Let’s Dance — these tracks are cultural artefacts now. How do you stop them becoming museum pieces and make them feel volatile again.

So long as artists continue to talk about these songs and apply their messages to the world we live in today, they’ll stay relevant. Bowie perfectly predicted the future when talking about the Internet in his interview with Paxman in 1999 and I think that ability to predict the future helped him write songs that would hold eternal relevance.

Bowie blurred the line between persona and performance. Do you ever feel that same tension when leading an all‑star band through his catalogue.

The ways in which Bowie presented his different personas on each album was not just in how he dressed but was also in how he moved and even how he pronounced words — he puts on a bit of a New York twang in Rebel Rebel for example. That’s something I like to try and reflect when portraying his different personas and our band do a great job of showing how his use of sound and production techniques evolved over the years.

The show promises audiences a rediscovery of their favourite songs. What’s the one Bowie track that surprised you most once you started digging into its origins.

I was quite surprised when I found out that Young Americans was released less than a year after the Diamond Dogs album, where Bowie was still putting out a glam‑rock kind of persona. To go from that to his ‘plastic soul’ in such a short space of time is a pretty drastic and rapid transformation.

Bowie shaped pop culture by refusing to play by its rules. What’s the most rebellious choice you’ve made in crafting this show.

Refusing to wear boring trousers.

Night Owl Shows impose narrative clarity — but Bowie thrived on chaos. How do you create a coherent story around someone who resisted being pinned down.

It definitely wasn’t an easy task. Although within each phase of his career there was a lot of consistency — organised chaos you might say. I think when you go year by year and look at the context behind his creative decisions (i.e. his move from LA to Berlin to escape drug addiction and working with Eno and Visconti) the drastic changes he went through seem to make more sense.

Bowie was a trailblazer for sexual freedom, queerness, and self‑invention. When you embody his work, how consciously do you engage with that legacy — and what does it mean to perform songs that once helped people feel seen for the first time.

I speak about this a little bit when talking about his Ziggy years, making the character androgynous and gender‑fluid. But I think much of how I embody that comes from how I dress and move on stage (I do a lot of ass shaking on stage in my glittery trousers and sequin lightning bolt jacket). Hearing lyrics like “you got your mother in a whirl, she can’t tell if you’re a boy or a girl, hey babe your hair’s alright, hey babe let’s go out tonight” must have been very liberating and validating for queer people to hear for the first time.

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A Gay Masseur’s Guide to Happy Endings: Austin Jennings Boykin Takes Centre Stage

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It’s a Struggle Coming Out: Strong Performances, Slick Choreography, Flawed Story

★★★ I really wanted to like this production. The actors were young and enthusiastic. They put their heart and soul into their roles. The music was excellent. The scene-shifting choreography was slick and effective. But – and it’s a big but – they were let down by a confusing script.

There were some genuinely funny moments, but the play lost focus with unnecessary subplots and distractions from the main plot, an evangelical Christian girl finding a way to express her lesbian identity in an unsympathetic environment.

The script added vampires, a Jewish guy, to the rivalry between four evangelical Christian girls seeking to please their pastor by selling Bibles or making converts while preparing for some sort of prom event. The cocaine-addicted Pastor Ignatius was a cartoonish caricature with no nuance whatsoever. This could have been a lot better with a tighter script.

Reviewed by David Kerr

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