I INSIST ON MIRACLES

The name's Jordan. This blog smells faintly of playbills and spotlight dust, metrosexuality and manuscript paper, new tap shoes (box included) and obnoxiously feigned dialects, purple-yellow-red water, chrysanthemum tea, a nice bowl of gillies, Shakespearean bear musk, and - when nothing else makes scents - general miscellany. Gods of the theatre, smile on this blog...