My Application for Artistic Director at the National Theatre. Dear Nick Starr (Any relation to Ringo?) My name is Jess Gow and I would like to apply to be Nicholas Hytner’s successor as A...

That's Not My Job ‘That’s not my job.’ Yep, I’ve said it. Or mumbled it. Or maybe just thought it. There has been many a tech period when I ...

Why I'm Really Happy About Emma Rice Leaving The Globe There has been so much talk recently about the departure of Emma Rice from The Globe, and I simply had to wade in and express my th...

Boring Bitch I am boring. Seriously. Really, truly, fucking boring. Although I had been having suspicions about this prominent characte...

Like a Press Night Without a Tech ‘So when are you due?’ asked the young actor stood before me, politely. He was handsome and sweet and barely out of drama school. I...

Things I Have Learnt What have I learnt? This is a question I try and ask myself towards the end of every production. Being a stage manager can be an odd th...

Welcome Home It is two o’clock in the morning. And I am wide awake. I’m lying on an alarmingly soft mattress underneath a wafer thin duvet...

This House Several years ago I was working as Deputy Stage Manager in a theatre where I cued the performance from a position within the auditori...

Crying On The Tube Do you ever see people crying on the tube? I do. Lots. And I always try and catch their eye and offer some kind of encouraging sm...