On the back wall there is a notice saying: “Please rinse and sanitise.” Over to the right a poster from Equity, the union for performers and creative practitioners, talks about “creating safe spaces”. It includes the number for a harassment helpline. There is no decor and the house lights are up. “It’s just this,” says Tim Crouch on his empty stage. “It’s just us.”
Or just us and the virtual reality headset the writer and actor insists on wearing. The gizmo is his portal to another theatre, one grander and more ornate than our own, where a production of King Lear is at its midway point. [READ MORE]