In this centenary year of poet Dylan Thomas’ birth, many an ambitious theatrical ‘celebration’ has ended before it begins at any beginning. National Theatre Wales’ recent LlaReggub Revisited was a ‘reimagined’ mess of raw material, masquerading as ‘Art’, shamefully outshone by the simplicity of Clwyd Theatre Cymru’s touring Under Milk Wood’. But neither totally captured the wealth, warmth and wit of Dylan’s dark and delicious diction, as Gwynne Edwards has done in his marvelous monologue ‘Dylan Thomas : Clown in the Moon’. Resting in the confident hands of Rhodri Miles, his poetic thoughts and feelings sing from Swansea to Chelsea, London to New York. Miles has that electric ability to grind each word from his early playful Clown in the Moon and Fern Hill to the dying gentle rage of that good night. From the shadows of the BBC Studio to the turbulent torment of his hut in Laugharne, each haunting memory is aided by the lyrical wealth of words, and perfect delivery. ‘Do not go gentle, into that good night’ without having spent an hour with this clever clown in the moon.