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SH!T-FACED SHOWTIME: A PISSEDMAS CAROL

★★★★

Leicester Square Theatre

SH!T-FACED SHOWTIME: A PISSEDMAS CAROL

Leicester Square Theatre

★★★★

“chaotic and gloriously daft”

If there was a drunk actor on the stage in any other production, it would be an ugly cautionary tale about the perils of fame. But in A Pissedmas Carol, it’s contractually obligated. Sh!t-faced Showtime bring us the classic tale of miserable Scrooge’s redemption forced by paranormal visitors on Christmas Eve, spiced up with the addition of copious amounts of alcohol. It’s just one actor in the cast who gets inebriated, leaving the rest to respond to the chaos and push the drunkard onto his marks, with predictably hilarious results. In our case, it was Ashley Gerlach as Scrooge, who complained about how loud the singing was, squared up to Bob Cratchit and asked where the mandem was when he arrived at his old school.

Written by Lewis Ironside and adapted for the stage by James Murfitt, this production holds firmly to the pillars of Dickens’ tale. The key characters are all here, and chunks of the original script are attempted, with obvious interruptions and digressions from our tipsy player. Lucy Fowler’s costuming is committed to the original era, with the women donning bonnets and the men waistcoats, all of which only serves to make the bumbling Scrooge’s antics and confusion funnier. When he suddenly complains that his Victorian nightgown doesn’t have pockets, it triggers a hilarious argument as others beg him to please just act like there are. The ghost of Jacob Marley is adorned with the expected shackles and chains, but still poked fun at by way of the two poorly disguised actors draped in black whose job it is to wave the chains spookily in the air behind him.

The Victorian story and setting are hit with all the non-negotiable decorations of festive theatre. There’s audience interaction – one attendee has to ring a set of bells if they feel the actor needs another drink, and another gets a sick bucket. There’s bawdy humour and innuendos, but it stays the right side of eye-roll-inducing. And of course, there are copious Christmas songs. It’s all very silly and the atmosphere is generously lively. There are a few lazier parts which rely on pantomime tropes, which just don’t feel necessary when the cast is as charming and competent as they are. The show really can be bothered, so it leaves the drunk actor free to just be funny and curious and incendiary. Even the lighting and Nicola Jones’ set design says: this is a real show with budget! Get drunk with us!

The only reason watching a drunk actor can be this funny though, is if they are propped up by a genuinely talented and quick-witted cast, directed by Katy Baker. There are solid comic performances from Hal Hillman and Daniel Quirke, with Daniel in particular getting huge laughs in solo scenes as Mrs. Fezziwig and the child who picks Scrooge’s turkey. Musical director Charlotte Brooke holds everything down on the piano at the back of the stage, constantly adapting to soundtrack the show as it stumbles about, so that the audience really can just sit back and enjoy the chaos. Vocals are largely led by Issy Wroe Wright and Alice Merivale, who flip from ghostly operatic lullabies to the Wham! crooner with impressive range. The whole debacle is kept in check by a sequin-suited Dickens who acts as a ringmaster when things get really off the rails.

If you’ve never heard of A Christmas Carol, this would be a truly terrible way to introduce yourself to Dickens’ genuinely moving story of redemption and community. But if, like me, you’ve seen a thousand iterations of the story, and can sing all the ensemble parts in the Muppet version, then this might be the only production that holds something new for you. It’s chaotic and gloriously daft – you’ll be laughing about it long after last orders.



SH!T-FACED SHOWTIME: A PISSEDMAS CAROL

Leicester Square Theatre

Reviewed on 11th December 2025

by Jessica Hayes

Photography by Andrew AB Photography


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

SH!T-FACED A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM | ★★★★ | July 2024
RACHEL PARRIS: POISE | ★★★★ | June 2024
SH!T-FACED SHOWTIME: A PISSEDMAS CAROL | ★★★★★ | November 2023
THE AYES HAVE IT! THE AYES HAVE IT! | ★★★★ | November 2023
SH!T-FACED SHAKESPEARE®: MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING | ★★★★★ | July 2023
SHIT-FACED SHAKESPEARE: ROMEO & JULIET | ★★★★ | July 2022
A PISSEDMAS CAROL | ★★★★★ | December 2021
SH!T-FACED MACBETH | ★★★★★ | July 2021

 

 

SH!T-FACED SHOWTIME

SH!T-FACED SHOWTIME

SH!T-FACED SHOWTIME

WYLD WOMAN: THE LEGEND OF SHY GIRL

★★★★

Southwark Playhouse Borough

WYLD WOMAN: THE LEGEND OF SHY GIRL

Southwark Playhouse Borough

★★★★

“Renner’s script flows beautifully even though it meanders madly”

Most people, at some point in their life, have had an imaginary friend. Being shy isn’t necessarily a prerequisite for this, but it often goes hand in hand. It is liberating, like talking to a pet. One can be candid, loquacious and fearlessly honest – traits that might elude us when plunged into social situations. Not many of us, however, have switched this idea on its head. What is it actually like to be that imaginary friend? Well, the answer lies in Isabel Renner’s raunchy one-woman show, “Wyld Woman: The Legend of Shy Girl”. Renner has a theatre full of fantasy companions, and it is an absolute joy to be in their company.

Renner is the eponymous ‘shy girl’, on the cusp of throwing her first house party. She is unnamed, but we are all given tags to write our own names on as we take our seats. Some of us are seated at a table onstage, with paper cups and plates – doubtlessly pilfered from a child’s birthday party. Lucy Fowler’s realistic, studio apartment set is dominated by shades of pastel pink, offset by the optimistic glamour of silver balloons. Into this setting, ‘Shy Girl’ shuffles, hunched under the weight of her anxiety. Fidgety and nervous, and somewhat geeky – in a pared down, Emo Philips kind of way. But don’t be fooled. She may be cripplingly inhibited, but Renner herself doesn’t shy away from giving a captivating and assured performance. One that takes some unexpected turns, especially when she adopts other characters. Don’t take your maiden aunt to this show – the language is quite graphic and explicit. She’s pretty forthright, particularly when describing her first fumbling forays into foreplay. By now she has stripped down to a ludicrously Paris-themed, spangly leotard while confessing to still being a vegan “sorry… a virgin – I get them mixed up!”.

Renner’s script flows beautifully even though it meanders madly. And just as polished is Renner’s ability to switch into other characters. We meet her insufferable flatmate, Memphis; we witness her confrontations with her restaurant boss, Patrice, who would give Miranda Priestley a run for her money. Her work-mate and first-date, Pino, is hilariously and satirically portrayed (reminder – keep your maiden aunt away), as is Twilight, her sex therapist; and a leering Rock Star; and finally a gorgeous imitation of a precocious six year old – who happens to be Shy Girl’s unwitting life coach, analyst and confidante rolled into one. Each orbital character is outrageous, yet authentic and comically observed.

As Shy Girl, she is suitably self-deprecating, but beneath the outlandish humour there are layers of vulnerability. ‘You are so quiet it is hard to connect with you’ is a comment repeatedly aimed at her. The ‘cool guys’ (she calls them ‘legends’) that she invites to her party don’t show up. She has to make do with us – her imaginary friends. The relationship she builds is real and organic, and probably different from night to night, but Renner adapts with ease to the situation. It is an intimate experience that gets to the heart as well as our funny bones. While we are laughing loudly, we are quietly uncovering truths within ourselves.

Cameron King’s sharp direction makes good use of the furniture, taking advantage of Renner’s suppleness as she stretches across the table, mounts the fridge or changes an imaginary light bulb. Each movement is a cue for a joke. And each joke, a cue for something else unexpected. Renner knows that shyness is no joke, but by turning it into comedy it makes us receptive to the reality. But enough of the psychobabble, just go along for the party. She’ll be absolutely thrilled you turned up. And so will you.

 

WYLD WOMAN: THE LEGEND OF SHY GIRL

Southwark Playhouse Borough

Reviewed on 24th October 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Charlie Lyne


 

Previously reviewed at Southwark Playhouse venues:

LIFERS | ★★★ | October 2025
THE CHAOS THAT HAS BEEN AND WILL NO DOUBT RETURN | ★★★★★ | September 2025
THE ANIMATOR | ★★★ | August 2025
BRIXTON CALLING | ★★★★ | July 2025
THE WHITE CHIP | ★★★★ | July 2025
WHO IS CLAUDE CAHUN? | ★★ | June 2025
THE FROGS | ★★★ | May 2025
RADIANT BOY | ★★½ | May 2025
SUPERSONIC MAN | ★★★★ | April 2025
WILKO | ★★★ | March 2025

 

 

WYLD WOMAN

WYLD WOMAN

WYLD WOMAN