I read with interest recently that Liverpool’s Hot Water Comedy Club is now the biggest of its kind in the world. Over time is has outgrown several smaller venues and is now housed in Blackstock Market with space for a thousand boozed-up punters to enjoy a proper night out. A success story in post-covid Britain with a cost-of-living crisis still lingering and a signifier that the urge to escape and be entertained is perhaps more a necessity than a frivolous impulse.

The fourth and final play of the season is a thoughtful piece rather than a whodunit. The play was first performed in 1958 and was originally called "No Fields of Amaranth," taken from a line in the book "Imaginary Conversations" by English poet Walter Savage Landor: "there are no fields of amaranth this side of the grave." The main character, Karl, the Professor, is portrayed as a misguided, incorruptible idealist.

They Don’t Really Care About Us was an attempt to tackle some hard-hitting themes, as we were pre-warned by the announcement before the show opened for its second night.

The opening was a choreographed number to Michael Jackson’s song of the same name, with all the whole cast on stage.

Shaun Millea, children’s author and advocate, brings his poignant story of the Hillsborough disaster to life in an emotionally charged theatrical production. Based on his acclaimed children's book, “Hillsborough: When Will Dad Be Home?”  Which was adapted by Shaun and the creative team to a 2 act play now called “Hillsborough: One Boy’s Story of a Tragedy”.