Toad gives a lecture I vaulted the proscenium arch last night, a one-act show-stopper of my own stealing, featuring a throne of cool wrapped in chocolate velvet, the devastating transparency of Wilde translated by a firebrand Marxist with a fondness for the glottal stop, and a servant whose trousers fall down. That the room … Continue reading ‘Toad gives a lecture’ by Rishi Dastidar