PR on the spot. The boys interrogate Amber Massie-Blomfield from Mobius PR as if she is a Bond villain – it turns out she isn’t.
The gentlefreaks Chris & Gareth attempt ten reviews in three minutes and thirty seconds.
…has broken them. In which our two villains get up with the birds, interview director Mark Leipacher, ask for warmth, and feel okay for about 40 minutes.
I hear you Edinburgh snoring. The two gibbering troubadours interview Alison Thea-Scott, get accused of snoring, and suffer a couch-surfing wipe-out.
Our fearless fools arrive in Auld Reekie to find uses for old flyers, diagnose themselves with Edinburgh fever, cry out for accommodation, and impersonate 19th century gentlemen.
Chris and Gareth ambush Exeunt writers at the emotional end of a night’s drinking, consider Mirror Teeth at the Finborough, acting so hard water comes out of your face, and the exciting new playwright Nick Gill.
This bi-week our favourite pribble-heads discuss Government Inspector at Young Vic, the lack of definite articles, excitingly bad accents, and milking Epsom.
Today the gentleman conduct experiments with expensive fizzy vitamin drinks and make their lewd review-eyes at Realism at the Soho theatre.
This week the boys conduct an interview with themselves about an interview they conducted. This is followed by an interview they conducted with Simple8 about Four Stages of Cruelty at the Arcola.
In this the first ever instalment of Freddie Starr Ate My Theatre for Exeunt, the gents survey the Exeunt contributors page in a borderline libellous manner. They also review I am the Wind at the Young Vic; contemplate English & European identity; and cough.
Two young men have walked into Exeunt, with scruffy opinions and winning gurns; they are Freddie Starr Ate My Theatre, poised to deliver the first of an ongoing series of fortnightly podcasts with exclusive Exeunt content. You can email them at email@example.com, to prevent them from getting lonely.