The stage is set with a treadmill, yoga mat, step-up box and a big silver exercise ball for Frankie Thompson’s Catts. A suitable assortment for a richly physical show. As Thompson enters, there are hints of the feline: a T-shirt adorned with threads of wool, a hair-do reminiscent of little cat ears. A spotlight flashes into life, before disappearing and emerging elsewhere, and Thompson begins an amusing chase – a cat trying to find a sliver of sunlight?
Thompson fiddles with a retro VCR and Jane Fonda’s Original Workout flickers on to a screen. “I’m trying to work out how to cope,” she tentatively tells the crowd.
