It feels strangely on brand for me to miss a big fancy press night of a high profile show (Toast, if you are interested – and apparently Nigel Slater was there!) to catch a small, one-woman piece that will play to audiences of about one-tenth the size. I admit I did have a moment of FOMO when I arrived at Northern Stage to see it thronged with Toast-goers (and knowing bitterly I was missing out on the free interval press drinks), but after an hour in the company of Composed, I’m glad I agreed to see it.

Rosa Postlethwaite’s solo show is witty, sharp and spiky, and she’s a compelling performer. A show about working in the arts – based on her own experience and conversations with fellow arts workers – it’s incisive and unforgiving, while also often very amusing. It was only on for one night at Northern Stage, but is touring till October (details here) and, on this evidence, I think we’ll see it in the region again. (Review here.)

(And don’t feel too bad for me, am seeing Toast tonight…)