A man stands alone on the stage and self reflexively narrates his own monologue, his appearance and the theatrical conventions in which he briefly exists, in full.

Particularly wanted to see this because years ago I saw Mike McShane in Fatboy by the same playwright, also at the Fringe. That was silly over-the-top Ubu Roi-inspired satirical farce. This is quieter, contained introspection, which subdues McShane's natural charm, but he's still very watchable and the writing is fluent engaging, even if it didn't build quite as I wanted it to. Reminded me a bit of Will Eno's plays (like Thom Pain), which can also be wryly withholding but give in to specificity and strangeness, whereas this stays a formal exercise.