Rather mytheme heavy, I thought -- perhaps because review season started last night, with one of those very experimental performances of folk-tales. Some mad Cornish company had teamed up with the Baghdaddies for a blinding "let's do the show right here in the squat!" multi-whatever show adapting a weird Charles Causley poem about a boy who wanted to be a fish and retelling Red Riding Hood using the same old oral version Neil Gaiman likes so much. Plots aside though, the plays are bloody great myth-mashes of video, puppets, music, comedy, projections, animations, fourth-wall antics and general total weirdness. My reveiw sucks, and has those f***ed-up line breaks again. Still, you get what you pay for ... oh, hey, it's only £7. Anyone want to go again?
There's some rather nice magaziny stuff on do now, commercial illustrations out of context are always kind of fascinating. This site stuffed with beautiful pictures by a Russian illustrator is worth a look; caution, this one is work safe, but many of them are not.