WILL STONE fact-checks the colourful life of Ozzy Osbourne

MORE of a poetic discourse than a play, Ronke Adekoluejo’s monologue, written by Benedict Lombe, follows a young woman’s often happy but sometimes fraught journey from her birthplace in the Congo to South Africa, Ireland and then England.
Lava begins as an entertaining tale with a generous helping of humour. Yet its end is visceral in its challenging conclusions.
The first half is loosely framed around Adekoluejo’s quest to gain a British passport. But when that theme draws to a somewhat tame, if amusing, conclusion the way is paved for a more intense and deliberately disjointed second half.

PETER MASON is wowed (and a little baffled) by the undeniably ballet-like grace of flamenco

PETER MASON is surprised by the bleak outlook foreseen for cricket’s future by the cricketers’ bible

PETER MASON is enthralled by an assembly of objects, ancient and modern, that have lain in the mud of London’s river
