EJ Stedman

EJ Stedman

EJ is a cultural and political correspondent, contributing to Litro, The F Word and Verbal Remedy. EJ studied at the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama, and is a fully qualified puppeteer (yes, really). She is a keen cyclist even though she keeps falling off, and otherwise enjoys growing pansies, playing the ukulele and mainlining custard creams. EJ is also rather good at mime, which we can all agree is an underrated skill.

TLE meets…comedian Phil Nichol

TLE meets…comedian Phil Nichol

I will call Phil Nichol tomorrow at noon. I was meant to call Phil Nichol today at noon, but I got stuck in a meeting about which shade of green is the best (subjective, no?) and we have to reschedule. Which is fine - he tells me, when we do...

Theatre Review: HIR, Bush Theatre

Theatre Review: HIR, Bush Theatre

When the weather reaches over 30 degrees, all plays should have to incorporate an air conditioning unit into their set by law. Fortunately, HIR has come prepared, and sitting in the auditorium of the Bush Theatre is a sweet, blessed relief after the persistent heat wave raging outside. In the...

Review: Liza Sings Streisand

Review: Liza Sings Streisand

If the era of the grand dame is over, Liza Pulman has not got the memo. She has a lovely voice, a genuine smile, and the kind of sparkly eyes men of a certain age go totally dippy for. Throw in two dramatic gowns, a neck full of diamonds and...

Theatre Review: Shit-faced Shakespeare, Leicester Square Theatre

Theatre Review: Shit-faced Shakespeare, Leicester Square Theatre

Anarchy! Chaos! Confusion, sex, and booze. Dancing, singing, shouting, swearing, drinking. Subterfuge! Brawls! Danger, and iambic pentameter. I'm either talking about the original Globe Theatre or Shit-faced Shakespeare, and the two are arguably interchangeable; I doubt you'll see a more historically accurate rendition of Elizabethan theatre without a time machine....

Interview: Sven Ratzke – Starman

Interview: Sven Ratzke – Starman

“Go fuck yourself” Sven Ratzke says, kindly. Ratzke has cleverly managed to be both Dutch and German, and therefore merrily walks the line of being very easy to chat to whilst taking absolutely no nonsense from anyone at any time. Ratzke has been touring the world as the creator and...

Review: Room – Theatre Royal Stratford East

Review: Room – Theatre Royal Stratford East

The one thing I was not expecting from a play about a woman and a child imprisoned in a shed was that it would actually be a musical. For anyone with their head in a bucket, the play Room is the same room as the film Room, which was the...

Theatre Review: JOAN, Ovalhouse

Theatre Review: JOAN, Ovalhouse

Brush up on your horse impression kids; Joan of Arc has come to town. Oh Joany Joan Joan. Joany McJoaningtons. I've been trying to work out how to review this show for almost a week, although I admittedly took four days off over Easter to stare into space, take a...

Theatre Review: The Hearing Trumpet, Theatre Delicatessen

Theatre Review: The Hearing Trumpet, Theatre Delicatessen

Everybody had a dream. When we were kids, we all had dreams of doing something with our lives. I wanted to be a pilot; others wanted to be doctors, actors or lawyers. Some achieve their dreams. Many don't. And some people get to come home, flop on the sofa after...

Theatre Review: Chinglish, Park Theatre

Theatre Review: Chinglish, Park Theatre

Never have I laughed more than when reading a website of mis-translations with my brother as a teenager. Highlights included such classics as: “Tiny grass is dreaming”, “Itty Bitty Baby" and the undeniable champion, “The Loin King” (Hakuna My-groina). The well of hilarious translation errors may be well tapped on...

Theatre Review: Custody, Ovalhouse

Theatre Review: Custody, Ovalhouse

It's tempting to write something completely unrelated for the next 500 words. Just not talk about the play at all. Maybe chat about the weather! Or Article 50! Because Custody is so good, I don't want to spoil it for you. I don't want to hype it up, or give...

Theatre Review: The Wipers Times, Arts Theatre

Theatre Review: The Wipers Times, Arts Theatre

If you are a wobbly great BBC nerd and have an unfortunate proclivity for being star struck, the press night for a play written by a 27-year Have I Got News For You veteran is both a bounteous gift and a terrible curse. Because I am British and middle class,...

Theatre Review: Big Guns, The Yard Theatre

Theatre Review: Big Guns, The Yard Theatre

Oh man, I'm getting old. I used to be young and cool! I promise! I used to go to drama school and make art house movies that even I didn't actually understand! I used to go to bars in abandoned sheds and talk about incomprehensible theatre with my ironically mustachioed...

Review: Run – The Bunker

Review: Run – The Bunker

Continuing on as normal yesterday felt bizarre. I was at work near St Paul's when one of my colleagues first floated that some alleged…something, some horrible thing, might be happening outside the Houses of Parliament. It was 2:50pm. We spent the rest of the day in a contemplative blur; heads...

Theatre Review: New Nigerians, Arcola Theatre

Theatre Review: New Nigerians, Arcola Theatre

Greatness Ogholi’s voice rings out, as deep and clear as a Brita filtered volcanic river. It is a voice at once melodious and dramatic, serious, yet light with rogueish charm. I’m already game to join his political party, and all he’s done is the opening monologue. This is New Nigerians,...

Theatre Review: A Clockwork Orange, Park Theatre

Theatre Review: A Clockwork Orange, Park Theatre

Have I read A Clockwork Orange? Have I fuck. I haven’t even seen the film. Which naturally makes me a perfect fit to review Action To The Word’s all-male stage version, which opened at the Park Theatre on February 16th to many a gasp, giggle and gurn from the audience....

Theatre Review: What Shall We Do With the Cello?

Theatre Review: What Shall We Do With the Cello?

Who loves the cello? Everyone. Everyone loves the cello. Everyone loves the cello because the cello is amazing. It’s the violin’s sexy, bigger brother, without all those horrible screechy scratchy noises that make you want to tear off ears with your bare hands and mail them to Peru. Or so...