What an utterly exceptional hour. This is Flo & Joan’s first musical, and it is predominantly performed – as the title would suggest – by one man, George Fouracres. It is his first musical, too. Having said this, the audience is in assured hands with this trio in this absolutely barnstorming hour.

I firmly believe it is important to go in to this show knowing as little as possible about it. All I will say is that it is about a well-known gentleman, Flo & Joan seem to genuinely expect any day now a cease and desist from this well-known gentleman’s people, and if you are a fan in any way of musical theatre, you must see this show. It sends up not only this ‘one man’ but also lampoons the difficulty of getting new musicals on the West End, and the Fringe Festival itself.

Fouracres holds the floor masterfully and is hysterical as the titular ‘one man’: his performance is at once flamboyant and tinged (though only now and again) with pathos. One particular song which comes towards the end of the show reduced me to hysterical tears, but this is by no means the only song that had me cackling. I only wish the show had been slightly longer!

It is a masterpiece of musical theatre, and deserves a very long life post-Fringe – but I would advise that you catch it now, in case you legally can’t, later.

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