The convoluted title flags up the fact that this solo performance by drag artist Jonny Woo is perhaps not quite as clever as it likes to think it is. Woo, I suspect, would like to be an English Taylor Mac, and he may yet achieve that status because he has both the talent and the personality. But this show is lazy stuff, more like watching someone perform in front of the mirror than in front of an audience. What's needed here is discipline and some hard graft, rather than a Piaf-style reiteration that he regrets nothing.
Inspired by his own near-death experience when, after 20 years of hard partying, his internal organs collapsed and he ended up in intensive care, this hour is an eclectic mix of personal story telling, songs and send-up. It begins with Woo wearing a dunce's hat and quoting Shakespeare and takes in broken hearts, Barbara Streisand, bad poetry and a fetching array of wigs.
With his beautiful glittery face and eyelashes like spider legs, Woo looks like an exotic alien straight out of Dr Who and he has an appealing and fragile persona. But although there are some good moments here, including a wonderful druggy pill-popping tongue twister relating the exploits of Peter Piper's silly doomed sister, Polly, the show needs some firm editing and shaping. In its current form Woo would probably get away with it in a pub or club through sheer force of personality, but it looks over-exposed in a theatre and over-extended even when running at under 60 minutes.
