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THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

★★★★★

The Lost Estate

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

The Lost Estate

★★★★★

“This sumptuous fusion of storytelling, theatre, music and feasting is second to none”

Charles Dickens was thirty-one when he sat down to write, in haste, the novella that would change, not just Christmas, but the whole world forever. “My purpose” he cited “is, in my small way, to awaken some loving and forbearing spirit in the world”. On a more practical level, it was a bid to stave off poverty and the threat of debtor’s prison. Dickens and his family were on the edge of financial ruin. Not wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps, he sunk everything he had left into “A Christmas Carol”. This, and other accounts of Dickens’ restless and itinerant upbringing, are exhibited in the corridors as we enter the immersive, festive extravaganza that is “The Great Christmas Feast”.

It might be an oversimplified and melodramatic view of the historical fact, and indeed, The Lost Estate’s presentation adds a misty-eyed opulence and luxuriance that contradicts it. But, imagine that it is Christmas Eve, 1843, and you are an honoured guest in Charles Dickens’ parlour. You have been invited to hear him share his brand new ghostly festive story. Well, you don’t need to imagine. This world has been conjured up with enthralling, magical and thrilling theatrical effect behind an inconspicuous doorway in West Kensington. It might look like a doorway – but it is more like a portal. And the writer’s parlour is more like a Victorian Speakeasy before Speakeasies were even invented. Amid the decks of holly, the lanterns, the draped velvet and beautifully laid tables, we can also wander around and take in the more ramshackle settings of Dickens’ study, bedroom and drawing rooms before being shown our seats in the dining room. Surrounded by piles of books, oil lamps and decorations the feast begins – a sumptuous three-course Victorian Christmas menu, accompanied by an unstoppable flow of cocktails.

Unstoppable maybe, but not uninterrupted. Our host emerges onto the scene. David Alwyn is an enthralling Charles Dickens. Or rather Charlie, he implores. Alwyn also plays (except for a couple of cameos pulled from the audience) every character from the story. As he recites the fresh-off-the-press novel, he enters it, shifting between the parts with lightning speed and skill in a tour-de-force performance that soon makes us forget that this is a one man show. He is endearingly affable but teasingly risqué and irreverent as Dickens, before twisting himself into a crooked Scrooge. Defiantly jovial as Fred or Bob Cratchit one minute, he is then chillingly haunting as the spirits. And completely believable as everybody else. Already a master storyteller, Alwyn’s performance is held aloft by the setting and lighting and design. ‘Darling & Edge’ (of Gingerline and Secret Cinema fame) are responsible for creating the meticulously designed world with staggering attention to detail. Under Simon Pittman’s outstandingly slick direction, Alwyn interacts with the diners, flitting around the space, filling every inch with his charisma. Written and adapted by Adam Clifford, the narrative mixes plenty of modernisms into the text – which blend in just as deliciously as the ingredients of chef Ashley Clarke’s seasonal dishes.

But let’s not forget the live music accompaniment. Steffan Rees’ sublime score binds everything together, performed by Guy Button on violin, Beth Higham-Edwards on percussion and Charlotte Kaslin on cello. The music is the heartbeat that both drives the show and is led by it. Creating and reflecting the emotions and the themes, the words and music are a delicate duet, rising and falling in their interlocked crescendos and diminuendos.

Everything about this production is atmospheric. It is meticulous and mystical. Soul-stirring one minute and funny the next. It may be a rather long evening for some, but that’s what it’s all about. You get a three-course feast, and a show divided up between the courses, in a venue that would make many of London’s so-called exclusive eateries feel shoddy. From the outset, David Alwyn’s Dickens appears absolutely and ridiculously pleased to see us. From then on, we are as equally pleased to be there. This sumptuous fusion of storytelling, theatre, music and feasting is second to none. “The Great Christmas Feast” is the place to go to find the spirit of Christmas. It has been in the past, it is in the present and I’m sure it will be for many, many Christmases yet to come.



THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

The Lost Estate

Reviewed on 2nd December 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Hanson Leatherby


 

 

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS FEAST

MY FAIR LADY

★★★★

The Mill at Sonning

MY FAIR LADY

The Mill at Sonning

★★★★

“a wonderfully stylish presentation, and an absolute joy”

Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe’s “My Fair Lady”, the musical based on George Bernard Shaw’s 1913 play “Pygmalion”, by sheer default, could run into problems with today’s audience. The overt misogyny, magnified by the class divide, cannot be avoided without tearing up the book and starting from scratch. Joseph Pitcher’s intimate staging at the Mill at Sonning doesn’t do that. Instead, it creates an atmosphere of impending change. Set against a backdrop of Edwardian unrest, suffragette action, labour strikes and protest it gives Eliza Doolittle a solid context. The rebel in her almost cuts the puppet strings she dances to. I say almost – this adaptation still sticks faithfully to the compromises of Shaw’s (and Lerner and Loewe’s) ending.

Soundbites and snatches of modern broadcasts introduce the narrative – the Spice Girls’ declaration of Girl Power, Margaret Thatcher’s inaugural public address – before spooling back to the dawn of the twentieth century, Emmeline Pankhurst and women’s right to vote. Although this is never thoroughly followed through, it sets the tone before settling into a lavish, albeit traditional, telling of the story.

Simbi Akande, sultry yet fiery and gamine as Eliza, makes her voice heard amid the bustle of Covent Garden’s flower market. The barrow boys and buskers whirl around her with their accordions, fiddles and banjos. Backed by Nick Tudor’s four-piece band, the music (fabulously orchestrated by Charlie Ingles) is deliciously rich and varied, frequently whisking us back to the golden age of Hollywood musicals. The choreography (Joseph Pitcher and Alex Christian) is a masterclass in adapting to a limited space while appearing to be on a West End stage, while the exceptionally talented, all-singing, all-dancing ensemble flesh out the various locations with their slick and varied routines. Even the scene changes are seamlessly woven into the movement, as furniture and props waltz in and out of view, led by their leading partners.

Up close, we get a focused look at the two disparate worlds of Eliza Doolittle’s and that of the privileged, emotionally detached professor Henry Higgins. Nadim Naaman captures Higgins’ blind self-belief with authentic accuracy. Ignorant rather than innocent, he nevertheless reveals a crack in the solid wall that has imprisoned his emotions. The class divide may still be unsubtly characterised and cartoonish, but there is a chemistry between Akande and Naaman that suggests that Eliza is more than just an experiment for Higgins.

Even though we are witnessing a bygone era, the humour resonates without bruising modern sensibilities. Eliza’s early elocution lessons elicit lots of laughs. Mark Moraghan is wonderful as Eliza’s dustbin man father, willing to sell himself, and his daughter, for social advancement but horrified by his new middle-class life. His “Get Me to the Church on Time” is a musical highlight. And it is the music we are really here for, which is full of highlights. Akande is earthy yet plaintive for “Wouldn’t It Be Lovely”, and defiantly raw during “Just You Wait”. Both are reprised in Act Two with a different slant, aching and vulnerable, but still not beaten down. Alfie Blackwell, as foppish, potential love interest Freddy, gives a moving, inebriated “On the Street Where You Live”. There is a fine mix of emotion and flamboyance in all the musical numbers, with Ingles’ arrangements ingeniously punctuated with fluctuations and pauses to let the narrative shine through. The up-tempo, ensemble routines are a delight, while the slower numbers (“Without You” and “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face” especially) show us the softer, more vulnerable side to the leading characters.

There is a moment in the second act – following “You Did It”, the duet performed by Higgins and Jo Servi’s charismatic and commanding yet sympathetic Colonel Pickering – that encapsulates the mood of this interpretation of the show. Akande brilliantly conveys – partly through stillness and silence – the questions that bubble away inside Eliza Doolittle. ‘Where do I come from?’, ‘Where is my due credit?’, ‘What is my place in this world?’ are written in her eyes. This unspoken anguish adds texture to the songs and layers to the text. A shame the conclusion can’t be tweaked, though. The feminist slant doesn’t disguise the flaws. Nor does it detract, whatsoever, from the overall, understated lavishness of the production. This is a wonderfully stylish presentation, and an absolute joy. A real feast for the senses. Especially with the pre-show meal. It does make for quite a late night, though. But, hey, no matter. “I Could Have Danced All Night”.



MY FAIR LADY

The Mill at Sonning

Reviewed on 28th November 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Pamela Raith


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE SHADOW IN THE MIRROR | ★★★ | September 2025
WHITE CHRISTMAS | ★★★★ | December 2024
BEDROOM FARCE | ★★★★ | August 2024
THREE MEN IN A BOAT | ★★★ | June 2024
CALENDAR GIRLS | ★★★★ | April 2024

 

 

MY FAIR LADY

MY FAIR LADY

MY FAIR LADY