Heather Neill
Bio
Heather Neill is a critic and theatre writer. She was Arts Editor of The Times Educational Supplement and has contributed features to The Times, Telegraph and theatre programmes. She reviews for The Stage, interviews for theatrevoice.com and has been a judge of the Offies and the Theatre Book Prize and an assessor for NT Connections.
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It all started on 09/09/09. That memorable date, September 9 2009, marked the debut of theartsdesk.com.
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