I’m in a quiet long room that to my wayward imagination looks like a nuclear bunker. The false ceiling is gone. Red pipes angle mysteriously, and occasionally a low rushing sounds fills the space. Maybe a deep dragon of Stratford rising from his disturbed liar, as tourists and shoppers trample and wheel above. I’m at Westfields – and the biggest shopping mall in Europe may not seem like a good place to rehearse a show, but thanks to Shape Arts, I am borrowing their back room...

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