A culture warrior before her time, Mary Whitehouse was a mid-century media phenomenon. A housewife activist fulminating against sin, she backed forcefully into the limelight while cooing that she was just “a grandmother who collects pebbles for a hobby”.
Why gift her another moment in the spotlight? Homophobia and evangelical legislation have newly sharpened teeth, so Caroline Bird’s witty new play feels timely, as it peers under the bonnet of the campaigner’s self-promotion and asks what it feels like to be running on moral conviction.
