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I used to read. I used to write plays, books, poems and articles. I used to run, I used to hike, I used to sit through marathons of meaningful films remaining undistracted. I used to be someone. Recently I’ve been thinking a lot more about Sylvia Plath’s ‘Fig tree analogy’ from her novel, ‘The Bell Jar.’ This describes the speaker sitting before a fig tree, with each fig holding a different future. As she takes longer and longer to choose which future, the figs begin to rot a

I’m awake by a jerk and very confused desperate for food and to fill this weakness I have felt since just eight the faintness that follows my journeys, conversations, forever marked by a stamp that is covered but always visible attached to signs impossible to ignore Big Bulky signs that map out my country strangers— an invite, to them, a promise of a box a promise of certainty a promise of explication. What on earth is attached to you? they’ll ask, those pryi

A sharp and deft interpretation of multimedia storyteller Philip Ridley’s script, Theatre Group’s Vincent River  chronicles the meeting of an adolescent, who stumbled upon the aftermath of a violent homophobic crime in London’s East End, with the mother of the victim, moved out of home and wracked with grief. The wordy one-act two-hander was served to the audience like an acrobatic waiter with a cloche-topped lobster: that is to say, impressive and delightfully surprising. Ca

A little while ago now, we ran our yearly ‘Give it a Go’ session. Wanting to get to know the members of our society, we asked a few (hopefully) thought-provoking questions, and below are some of the brilliant, bright, and humorous comments from Lippy Members. Go ahead and delve in; I hope you find as much resonance as I did.     What should we be talking about?  Transphobia, ableism, trending body standards, body positivity, intersectional feminism, internalised misogyny (why