Mr Gnome's Blog

Mr Gnome is mortified. Months have slipped by without an addition to his 'blog'. Readers, if there were any, have surely dispersed...

Aldeburgh on a Friday in November. Mist. A chill breeze. Waves crashing on to shingle. Trudge north away from the town, past the fresh fish...

Tragically, the local trumpeter is, as they say in Botswana, late. . Consequently, when the need for announcement arises, it's now a ...

As 2011 fades away, the RSC delivers its contribution to the celebrations of the 400th anniversary of the publication of the Authorised (Kin...

Next year is looking good: a golden jubilee, a Titanic anniversary, a Dickens of a bicentenary - and a wee sporting event in London. And, ...

Tsk! Tickets for this remarkable entertainment should be overprinted with a health warning: 'Severe danger of hy perventilation'. R...

Mr Gnome and I have emerged from tonight's performance of the RSC's new production of Peter Weiss's  Marat/Sade .  Does this c...