It's 2002: New Labour reigns, the Enron scandal intensifies, and she's still just Mrs Parker-Bowles. The retro-futuristic sheen of the Y2K cultural revolution is in full swing, pulsing to the iPod beat of Grime and Nu-Metal. But in a fog-bound house, the world recedes and a dinner is served.  Paige is celebrating the publication of her husband's self-help bestseller. Her menu is dramatic and deliberate, all served with the deeply attentive assistance of a vigilant waiter. The eclectic mix of guests – an artist, a scientist and a “news babe” – arrive as planned, until an unexpected stranger is disgorged from the darkness.  Knives and tongues sharpen as Aperitif pours into Starter, Starter smashes into Main, Main melts into Dessert. The fog closes in, secrets comes to the boil, questions bubble over: do you ever really know someone? Is the psychological apocalypse a cosmic wake up call? Can you really murder someone with pliers?  And most urgently… any dietary requirements?

A.K. wants to escape the Island. Live a good life. But the sea draws you back. When a dreadful secret comes to light, A.K. returns to his home town to confront the shadows of his childhood and put right a terrible wrong. The thing is, he's worried about the other version of himself, the one who lives inside his ribcage. An exhilarating fever dream, Foal is a revenge thriller set in the era of the Sony Walkman; a lyrical, urgent new play about masculinity, compassion, and retribution.

Heather and Carla haven't seen each other since school. Their lives have taken very different paths - Carla lives a hand to mouth existence while Heather has a high-flying career, husband and a beautiful home. And yet, here they are in a cafe having tea and making awkward conversation. That is until Heather presents Carla with a bag containing a significant amount of cash and an unexpected proposition ... The Little