Why should you listen to me when I say that About Bill, the musical I wrote with my husband is good? I would say that, wouldn't I? Hang on a moment, though. I rarely say that about my own work: I prefer to let other people eulogise/rip it to shreds. This piece is different. I love it. Writing it was a joy, watching Kim Ismay rehearse it was exhilarating, and I'm even enjoying the near-terminal case of the collywobbles the first night is causing in my innards. It's a one-woman show about one man; the eponymous Bill, a jazz trumpeter who carouses through the twentieth century, touching each of the characters with his charisma, his selfishness, his need. It's funny and it's sad and the tunes are cracking. Even if I do say so myself. Book now (or don't, I'm not here to bully you) for the run at the Landor Theatre, 15 - 20 November. read more
Sometimes things happen to writers.