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May 24, 2010 | by  | in Theatre |
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Theatre! With Uther Dean

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REVIEWS!


The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Lullaby Jock
The Nero Show

Improv Divas
Class Comedians
Dave Wiggans is Googling God

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Uther was one of the two arts editors in 2009. He was the horoscopier and theatre writer in 2010. Alongside Elle Hunt, Uther was coeditor in 2011.

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  1. conrad switters says:

    [Redacted. Also, learn your apostrophe rules.—Online Ed]

    • Uther Dean says:

      Well, if you’re right, which I have no reason to doubt, it’s a bit awkward. See me and a chum are in charge of this dear rag next year and, well, people are kind of expecting us to publish at least 25 of the damn things next year. Y’know after we’ve made them. Oh well, I’d love to stay and chat but I have to get back to this play I’m writing. It’s kinda a follow up to the one I put on this year. That one got quite a lot applause.

  2. smackdown says:

    conrad christmas sweaters

  3. smackdown says:

    conrad switters walks into the london palladium to see a show, spends entire first act screaming in lobby. reviewer mistakes it for postmodern showpiece on the uselessness of modern existence, gives it three stars in the times.

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