By Common Ground Theatre and Hannah Bruce & Co.

6th October, Piccadilly Car Park

York Mediale festival kicked off for the very first time last week and, typically, I missed almost all of it because I was in stupid London. However, I managed to squeeze in a cheeky show at the end of the festival – Common Ground Theatre and Hannah Bruce & Co’s site specific audio re-telling of Baba Yaga.

Despite being a former theatre student and having an embarrassingly pretentious-sounding preference for non-traditional theatre, I’ve actually never attended this kind of production before, so wasn’t fully aware of what to expect. I downloaded an app and put in the unique code that had been emailed to me, and was instructed to turn up at the bus stop outside Topshop with my phone and a pair of headphones no later than 7pm, when the piece would begin. It was all very fun and mysterious. I was a little bit nervous. I felt a little bit like an undercover agent.

Instead of being ambushed by a witch outside a darkened bus stop like I was half expecting, I was greeted by a lovely York Mediale team member who checked by app was synced, and then waited with a wonderfully diverse group of audience members for the piece to begin.

What followed was an audio experience that took us up into Piccadilly car park, pausing at various spots to hear the story of Lisa, who’s life and grip on reality is beginning to crumble as she experiences visions of the titular witch Baba Yaga. Her story is told partly through monologue, partly through echoes of conversations. The sound recordings are dreamy and immersive, with the speech elements really feeling as if the characters were behind you.

The piece was punctuated by little events that felt part of the piece – an empty lift descended and opened just at the right moment; the story-teller instructed us where to go based on incidental-looking landmarks (a bin bag, a pile of traffic cones). I found myself looking around suspiciously – was the woman who just bustled past a part of the piece, or just a passer-by? Is that parked car meant to belong to Lisa, or just the sign of a late-night shopper? At times, it really felt like were following the ghosts of moments in time.

And all too quickly it was over. We made our way down towards the exit to the car park and just as I was expecting the next piece of the story, the credits began to be spoken to through my headphones. I couldn’t believe it had already been half an hour – and this can only be a good sign coming from someone who explicitly does not enjoy standing around in cold carparks. The piece was a work in progress, a pilot to test out the format that will hopefully be developed into a full piece, and I’ll be first in line to buy tickets if it does.

The taster left me wanting more and excited about the possibilities of where Common Ground could take the story – I hope they build on those elements which blended the words we were hearing and the physical aspects of the environment around us. I would love to see them play with messing with our minds more, having flashes of movement out of the corner of your eye or real time sounds mixed with the audio. Whatever they decide to do with it, I can’t wait.

By Kieran Hurley

Thursday 22nd February, York Theatre Royal

There’s always a moment of hesitation for me before going to watch a one man/woman show. Can just one person hold a room for an hour? Can just one person provide enough variety to keep me engaged? And every time I’ve come out of a one person show, I’ve left assured that the answer to those questions is, resoundingly, yes. Kieran Hurley’s Heads Up was no different.

With only a table, a candle and two soundboards in front of him, Hurley tells the story of the moments preceding the end of the world from the perspective of four different characters; Mercy, a highly-strung office worker with a knack for predicting futures; Ash, a 12-year-old girl hiding from the fallout of her ex sending private pictures of her around the school; Leon, a narcissistic, coke-snorting pop star; and Abdullah, a shift-worker coping with his place as a reluctant cog-in-the-capitalist-machine with spliffs and painkillers.

The play is very much an exercise in story-telling as opposed to a typically acted-out piece – which is not to say it is lacking in atmosphere or drama. Hurley sits for most of the production, with two front lights silhouetting his torso dramatically in the background and the soundboard providing Michael John McCarthy’s jarring, starkly atmospheric, soundscape. He brings each character to life with subtle but distinct changes to voice, diction and physicality, his lilting Scottish accent switching from comforting to vulnerable to deranged with each change in character and setting.

The script is a tour de force of storytelling which is truly given an opportunity to shine in this production, the deftness of Hurley’s writing spinning a tale that is engaging and darkly funny in equal measure. Punctuated with gripping dramatic moments that shake you awake and lift it from a theatrical reading to a piece of real drama, the show confronts us with questions about our place in the world and the nature of the world as we know it. It’s an examination of human connection (or our lack thereof), and where our current state of disengagement and self-destruction might lead us.

I’m certainly not the first to say it – Head’s Up won a Scotsman Fringe First award at the 2016 Edinburgh Fringe and Hurley has been getting some pretty stellar praise for a few years now – but this is a show that stands out from the crowd for both its format and content, and Hurley is certainly a talent to watch.

Summary: A blistering but lyrical monologue that will have you on the edge of your seat and leaving the theatre with a pervasive feeling of existential dread – in the very best way.

We hadn’t booked but luckily that wasn’t a problem and we were seated towards the back on a cute (and tiny!) table. The decor and atmosphere was as cosy as it looks from the outside, with a junkyard-chic aesthetic and lovely warm lighting.

The menu was basic but fresh and delicious sounding, pretty similar to somewhere like Bill’s, and we started by sharing the avocado and tomato sourdough with basil, walnut pesto and drizzled with balsamic. And heavens to Betsy was it yummy; they didn’t scrimp on the topping and it was so delicious and fresh.

For the main event, I chose the salmon which came with hollandaise sauce, vine tomatoes, asparagus and smashed potatoes. All the accompaniments were lovely and well cooked, and the potatoes were comforting and buttery. The salmon was a little on the burnt side of crispy on top, however it didn’t impact the flavour too much and the rest of salmon was delicious and complimented the sides nicely.

DanMan opted for the lamb kofta and bell pepper skewers, which came with chips, pita, salad and tzatziki. He enjoyed the lamb but loved the peppers and tzatziki most of all, and I nabbed some of his pita and chips towards the end when he was struggling to finish!

We had no room for pudding so we came away nicely full (but not overly stuffed, I hate that – no room for post meal drinks!) and with a 25% off voucher for next time which I’m pretty sure we’ll be using. Overall, tasty food and a homely atmosphere that would make this an easy go-to meal out when we’re in the mood for somewhere easy and relaxed.