Joseph Morpurgo: Hammerhead

Joseph Morpurgo has just got off stage after his nine-hour interpretation of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to open his Q&A. Some of the audience are suspiciously keen to ask questions. Plus there are plenty of enquiries via social media too. What's that? Things are going off track? Some didn't like it? One man is worried about his relationship. It might be someone's birthday. Can Morpurgo keep his mind and his reputation in the midst of such uncultured idiots? Will we get cheese and wine at the end? So many questions, and most not of the right kind.

Plastered in his monster makeup and dripping in fake blood, Morpurgo reveals his technique and how he managed to play all 80-odd roles single-handed. Twice a day. As us imbeciles continually irritate, like the eponymous doctor, he slowly starts to lose it.

This is the latest in Morpurgo's acclaimed multimedia extravaganzas, following 2015's Edinburgh Comedy Award-nominated Soothing Sounds for Baby. Media comes at us at breakneck speed, scatter-shot information from all angles – is this what it's like to be in the head of a millennial?  It It teeters on the brink of losing the plot it, so random it first appears. But slowly as callbacks begin to follow callbacks it starts to fall into place. In fact, what emerges is intricately plotted.

Morpurgo, kicking back smugly in his chair and stroking his chin, pitches sending up "the luvvie" perfectly. This is a thoroughly navel gazing Q&A. As the event starts to crumble, his relaxed air is replaced with a 1000 yard stare into the crowd, emphasised by all that black eye make up.

Chaotic, fun and of course gloriously up it's own arse. And where's my cheese and wine?