Jessica Regan’s promising one-woman show tells a story of city life in a different order each night. It is a collaborative collage of London, created with audience input as she travels through some of the 16 postcodes she has lived in. It is lovely storytelling, although the patchwork of its psychogeography never quite becomes a whole.
Written and performed by Regan, who originally staged it at the Edinburgh fringe in 2024, she begins with arrival in London from Ireland, as a drama student at Rada. The 16 postcodes are displayed on cards in the backdrop and she tells stories about them in the order the audience chooses, moving between two chairs and a fold-away table in a show that melds improve spirit with dramatic monologue.
The movable postcode feast is bookended with tales of Acton (a funny story about taking mushrooms) and Walthamstow (with words on rising rents). In between there are reflections on being an aspiring actor in the Big Smoke, anecdotes on auditions, romantic encounters, eccentric flatmates. There are adept switches in accent and some lovely turns of phrase: Camden, she observes, looks like a borough that has been dipped in tie-dye. The River Thames is the clogged artery of the city. She tells of mice in one postcode, and the humiliations of being hired as a children’s entertainer in another. She is almost abducted in Brixton which brings a moment of true jeopardy and seems to inch towards potentially more penetrating ground.
But it rears away, back to nostalgia and whimsy, and the show ends up feeling like an amble through London, and an ode to the city in which its sharpest, hardest edges seem softened. The final postcode addresses the precarity of the housing market and extortionate rents for Generation Rent but only in with a few brief comments before a dewy-eyed rendition of Maybe It’s Because I’m a Londoner, which feels like a thoroughly missed opportunity.
There is no clear story arc either because of its pick-and-mix structure, so it seems like a dramatic version of the Choose Your Own Adventure series of books but without the narrative drive or plot payoff. It is the writing that stands out, which is lyrical and polished. Regan does not cover all 16 postcodes and you leave wishing for more, not only because she is a natural storytelling; there is a sense of a show here that circles its bigger purpose, intimate but never quite revealing its heart.
