When Liz Kingsman’s brilliantly silly One Woman Show opened at the Soho Theatre in 2021 I suggested that comedy fans do everything legal to get a ticket. Having now enjoyed an upscaled version I’d reiterate that. In fact maybe even break a minor byelaw if it helps you get to the gig.
In this interval-free self-penned monologue, Kingsman plays a satirically enhanced version of herself, an aspiring actor filming her solo set, entitled Wildfowl, to send to a TV commissioner. Her nameless play-within-a-play fictional incarnation works in the London Wetlands Centre and her job involves marketing, although she is so scatty she does not quite know what marketing is.
