Sara Pascoe - The Musical!

She may spend the entire show reducing her adolescence to a boyless universe of fabricated diaries, befuddled tampon shopping, and Billie Piper records, but going to school with Sara Pascoe sounds like enormous fun.

Who wouldn’t want to attend an assembly taken by a self-proclaimed overachieving, attention-seeking, and self-deprecating Pascoe on the awkwardness of being a teenage girl?

For this is what she presents: her life story, spliced with snippets of half-formed songs, and told with a vulnerability that belies her control of her material, audience, and menstrual cycle. No mumbled renditions of 'Morning is Broken' at this assembly.

Aside from being able to share in her comically earnest meetings on bee depopulation and vegetarianism, other boons to attending school with Pascoe would include being privy to her invention of Revels, hanging out with Take That in her imaginary Jacuzzi, and watching her fall helplessly in love with a succession of gay men.

She gets the paradoxical cocktail of being a teenager just right. In that head-long rush to become an adult, it is at once the most self-assured time of life and the most naïve too. Pascoe’s manuals for adolescent survival, the holy trinity of Point Horror, The Saddle Club, and Judy Blume, meant she glugged this mixture with abandon.

The result is hugely enjoyable, an aching insight into the fringes of the popular set. Thanks to her attention to detail, such as All Saints’ 'Never Ever' playing during her first ever break up, we realise that this is where we all believe we spend our teenage years.

Pascoe for Head Girl.