Fly Me to Baboon

Almost traditional sketch comedy, but whereas most troupes do it set-up… punchline, Fly Me to Baboon prefer it as punchline, punchline, set-u… Nah, another punchline. Jokes fly like hair from mangy dogs on rollercoasters, and most of them work.

 

Who does she think she is?

 

Peter

Peter, by George Hull could be seen as a coming-of-age piece with the questioning of faith, exploration of sexuality and grieving over a mother’s death.

 

Killing Swine

A boy and a girl from different sides of the track fall in love and have a baby. A class of young drama students prepare a production of Macbeth. It’s 90210 with a conch shell meets Romeo and Juliet and The Grudge.

 

The Year of Being a Squirrel

Baba Yaga, a monstrous hag made of snot and iron teeth commands a young girl to perform the impossible task of sifting a mountain of wheat a grain at a time or be eaten. What the old witch doesn’t know is that the girl has her dead mother’s clothes pin doll in her pocket.

 

Lies My Garden Told Me

Lies My Garden Told Me is a wonderfully sweet clown show in 5D (See! Hear! Sniff! Poke! Taste! But you probably shouldn’t! You weren’t meant to eat that!) about a little girl scrabbling around her back garden and learning beautiful, terrible truths about life.

 

Life—A One Woman Show

Dressed as though she has just escaped from an 80s music video, with a galaxy painted on her face, and moving like a marionette with her strings tied to the capricious fingers of the universe, Amy De Bhrun tells half her story in simple prose and the other half in rhyming couplets.

 

Craig Murray's Really Honest Travel Show

Via Romania, Hungary, and Florida’s Disneyworld, Craig Murray takes us on a tour of Yorkshire Sculpture Park near West Bretton along the A637.

 

Kent Valentine—Sex, Maths and Eric Clapton

Outside, London was burning. Inside, Kent Valentine was teaching us how to make napalm. It seemed sensible to know what we were potentially facing out there, as masked nine-year-olds ransacked the city for flatscreens while documenting their crimes on Twitter.

 

A Middle-Aged Man's Uncertainty Theory

A floppy haired fifty-something cabbie adapts to the lifestyle of his every fare. For the posh he turns toff, for the common he becomes clay. A sort of Zelig on a meter.

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