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Am off to see anotherÌýoffering in the Ulster Bank Belfast Festival at Queens tonight. "Both Sides Now" by Ransom Productions. But, all this cultural activity leaves me with a problem. Food. ÌýI don't finish work until 7 and events start anytime from 730 on,Ìýand I am usually raving with hunger. I don't eat before I go on air, due to fear ofÌýbodily gases(if you must know!) in the middle of an interview.Ìý

Last week I found myself racing up the roadÌýon foot to the Lyric Theatre, stopping off at a StranmillisÌýshop to buy a packet of KP Nuts and smuggling them into the show, crunching and rattling the packet during the louder bits.ÌýThey were sustenance of sorts, protein enriched, but they're not my dinner. Meanwhile, I have a stew cooking in the slow cooker for my children and husband (working mother guilt for not being there) while I will be salivating at the thought of it sitting in the Crescent Arts Centre.

I wonder ifÌýtheatres could provide a nose bag of sorts for reviewers and late night workers like myself to keep our blood sugar levels up during the show? But then, if you were sitting beside me and I unwrapped an egg & onion sandwich, you wouldn't thank me. There's an eating etiquette. I've canvassed opinion from seasoned reviewers, Jane Coyle and Grania McFadden, who tell me that chocolate is my only man. Now, maybe chocolate peanuts would be better?ÌýAnd no, I'm not sharing!