Abstract
Interpretive dance is like marmite—you either love it or hate it. Although I am unlikely to be smearing either over my toast anytime soon, the passion and flair with which the Chickenshed theatre company presented its latest production at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe won me over to the art form, at least in part.
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