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Shake It Up Baby, Theatre Review. Ticket To Write, Unity Theatre, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Jackie Jones, Neil MacDonald, Hayley Hampson, Julian Feria.

The world has not been the same since four lads from Liverpool took over the mass hysteria and pop domination and showed that the post war spirit of change and seeming polite revolution was here to stay and not wrestled back by the forces of the damned pre war sentiment of knowing your place. The 60s was all about the revolution, the counter culture and the moving away from pre-destined supposition; it was time to Shake It Up Baby and start to take a chance in life.

Millionaires Anonymous, Theatre Review. Unity Theatre, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Geraldine Moloney Judge, Neil MacDonald, Chrissi-Jo Hyde, Lee Burnitt, David Clayton, Albert Hastings, Caitlin Mary Carley Clough.

If money is the root of all flowering evil, then the pursuit of it must be the untilled field. Since its inception the national lottery has produced more millionaires in the country than at any time in its history and yet how many of them have been truly happy or felt blessed beyond their wildest dreams, happy not because of the money and the chance to spend it upon anything they wish, but for it to do real good, to effect real change?

Closing Time, Theatre Review. The Caledonia, Liverpool.

 

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast: Neil Macdonald, Mark Lacey, Kate Tracey, Pamela Ashton, Kier Howard, Kelly Forshaw.

The streets of Britain’s biggest cities were once proudly stocked with all manner of public houses. They are still there of course but the smaller, more neighbouring ones, the places where true conversation about local issues took place and the community could come together as one to celebrate, to communicate and commiserate together rather than being bombarded with noise and 24 hour drinking culture, those are slowly being left to rot, to die upon the alter of greater profits and the notion that they don’t matter anymore. Closing Time is no longer the utterance of the head barman or the landlady finally having had enough for the night and requiring bed.