One of the many lovely things about being a theater critic is that when you turn up at some far‑flung venue, you can be sure of a warm welcome—and, at this time of the year, maybe a mince pie, too. But when press officers and artistic directors tell me how grateful they are that I've made the journey, my response is that I'm only doing my job. Sometimes, a day or two later when they read my review, they may wish they'd never issued the invitation in the first place. Not that I've ever noticed the subsequent welcomes being any less warm—or mince pies more scarce.

Source Name: 
The Guardian
Author Name: 
Lyn Gardner