The days might be getting chillier and the nights officially longer, but this is no time to hide behind the duvet and hibernate - sod the summer festivals, isn’t the autumn/winter season most definitely the best time to indulge in the arts? Still, as much as I admit to being nerdily obsessed with all things ‘kulcha’, it’s been a busy week even by my standards.

First off, before the Russell Brand/Jonathan Ross debacle swallowed up all the headlines, the Beeb actually did a darn good job last week with their third Electric Proms festival, this time in London and Liverpool. Major highlights included Africa Express, a barnstorming collaboration of 150 African artists (and a few Western ones to boot) that culminated in a four hour marathon of live music on the radio which was, for the most part, a sweet treat for the ears. Swapping the wireless for the outside world, Thursday 24th October saw me working my way to the front of the Roundhouse, to see The Streets and a shellsuited (yet still stylish?!) Santogold. The former went well out of his way to prove why he’s the most successful artist to emerge from the implosion of the UK garage scene in the early noughties. The latter was, to put it simply, just very very cool. (Even dressed as a bingo-loving pensioner from Florida.)
Friday 25th September was, of course, the press night for Tamasha’s Sweet Cider. If my inbox is anything to go by, my critique of the play seems to have caused a bit of controversy. It wasn’t intentional at all and I’m a bit surprised. I’ve asked Tamasha to put me in touch with the playwright, Emteaz Hussain, to ask if she might write a critical debate article for Sustained Theatre or be interviewed. No response as of yet, but I’ll keep you posted.

Saturday 26th September was supposed to be reserved for The Revolution Continues: New Art From China exhibition at the new Saatchi Gallery, London, which I was really looking forward to and yet managed to miss on account of my rubbish organisational skills. Has anyone else seen this? What did you think? Is it worth being pencilled in the diary again?
Still, all wasn’t lost, the long-awaited Arena documentary on producer Phil Spector was finally broadcast on BBC2 on Saturday night. I usually try to steer clear of gushing hyperbole but the man honestly is, a musical genius. Clearly bonkers and currently embroiled in a murder case, but a genius nonetheless. Catch The Agony and The Ecstacy of Phil Spector while you still can on iPlayer. It’s only online until Saturday 1st November, so you’ll have to be quick…
Sunday 26th October and a trip to the Design Museum, London, for their rather lovely “Design Cities That Changed The World” exhibition. From Milan to Muji, it’s an international snapshot of 150 years of good design be it in industrial objects, textiles, print, furniture or fashion. Admittedly, oohing and aahing over the curve of a Le Corbusier isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but if you’d like to get a flavour of what it’s all about, take a listen to the museum’s special exhibition podcast.

Come Monday 27th October, and it was back to the theatre. This time it was mainstream broadsheet favourite, Harold Pinter’s No Man’s Land at the Duke of York theatre. To be honest, this isn’t a Pinter play I’ve ever really held a great affection for (inebriated middle age and the verbal - and emotional- tug between a respected man of letters and a sozzled but erudite “vagabond”?), but I was intrigued by the buzz surrounding director Rupert Goold and more to the point, unable to resist seeing the made-for-stage brilliance of Michael Gambon. As wonderful as all that might have been however, I take no shame in admitting that the real highlight of the evening was spotting (and subsequently harassing) the awe-inspiring Wendell Pierce i.e Bunk, from The Wire! My knee-jerk childish instinct keeps me from wanting to agree with the general consensus, but this HBO television series really is one of, if not the best, programmes ever made. Set on the streets of Baltimore, U.S.A and unfolding over five seasons like a complex, layered, but ever-rewarding novel, you’re in for boxset DVD heaven if you’ve yet to encounter it.
Tuesday 26th October and a trip to the Victoria & Albert museum to see Cold War Modern, the first exhibition of design, architecture and popular culture from both sides of the iron curtain between 1945 and 1970. Endlessly interesting and informative, keep an eye out for Andrzej Wróblewski’s painting “Surrealist Execution” which neatly encapsulates key themes of the exhibition - morbid fear, anxiety, politics and a compelling sense of imagination in an era that managed to produce beauty against a backdrop of looming destruction.
While you’re at the V&A, try and hop over to the Sackler Centre for Cultural Connections: Africa and/or Le Corbusier/Baghdad in Room 128a. Museum closing time clashed with my chance to see either but I’d love to know what the thoughts are from you clever folk.

Next up was Danny Boyle’s new film Slumdog Millionaire. Set in Mumbai, it’s the story of a boy from the slums who ends up on the Hindi version of ‘Who Wants to be a Millionaire?’ on the verge of winning the jackpot. As I begged my way into a press screening, I’ve been asked not to talk about the film until after it’s premiere at the London Film Festival tonight. Cultural analysis aside however, I will say that it deserves to be a giant hit based on the visceral, funny, gripping, and poignant first half alone.
The final day of my week-long arts immersion, Wednesday 29th October, should have ended with a real bang; the National Theatre, London hosted the press night for Lloyd Newson/DV8’s production, To Be Straight With You. By all accounts, a stirring, intensely powerful and “life-affirming” show exploring religion and sexuality through dance, text, documentary and animation. Thanks to the snow and hail of Tuesday night being ripe for developing a head-bunging cold, I’ve had to make do with watching the show’s video trailer online and hope to snap up some return tickets to what is already, a sold out run.
All in all, a pretty busy week.