Pop on your poncho for a full ball, pedal to the metal, embarrassingly silly display of going all in, pulling out the stops, leaping before looking and let’s be honest here, just trying to make you laugh. Which is good for you, because it’s a comedy show. Just dumb, splashy fun in the form of “stand up comedy”, with jokes, stories and goofiness from your favourite chaos imp, Zoë Coombs Marr.

This show is about chats. About people, their mouths, and the stuff that comes out of them (or doesn’t). Conversations, goss, speaking, clamming and shutting up, and getting your numerology done by an uber driver. 

It’s about the rich human tapestry that binds us all together via hopeful attempts at communication like the use of the phrase “rich human tapestry” in this blurb, which is meant to read as funny and not earnest and disgusting. But who knows. Discuss. 

All of these words, concepts, and more, may be in this show, but don’t overthink it - let’s just see what happens, shall we? 

★★★★ Time Out, 2025