I suppose it's the way we do it in Britain. Women don't gather and weep for days; we don't anoint the dead and bind them in swaddling; we don't sit around a fire roasting rabbits or dance until we're on the floor. We buy a sympathy card and send it. Or take round lasagna. I f**king hate lasagna.
Inspired by the death of her own mother - TV comedy director Liddy Oldroyd (Drop the Dead Donkey, Gimme Gimme Gimme) - comedienne Amy Gwilliam brings MUMMY back to London. To the cabaret, where she belongs.
"Teetering on the edge between hilarity and devastation, it challenges us to rethink the space we give ourselves to love and grieve." (Fringe Review, Brighton)
"Achingly, brilliantly creative; warm, funny, devastating" (Prague Fringe Review)
"Oh SH*t. Go see MUMMY. I have no words." (@tomas_ford, Perth Comedy)
"Sublime, ridiculous" (One Stop Arts, London)
Fourteen years ago, during break, Elizabeth lost her mother. She was sixteen. Two days later, she started her period. Ouch.
Today, a celebrated Egyptologist, Profesor Niccoll has returned to her secondary school to promote her new book: MUMMY or the Art of Saying Goodbye.
She knows everything about death. She thinks.
But confronted by a group of sixteen year olds and haunted by the old school assembly hall, memories stir and a Mummy returns.
The time has come to unwind.
Concession tickets available for student, seniors, and under 26's- valid ID will be required on arrival at the venue.