Tim Key’s new show is a confused procession of idiosyncratic poetry and prose arranged into a brittle, theatrical and precarious 55 minute performance. And it is funny.

Two years after his debut (shambolic) solo poetry show, Key has matured, filled out and got a new suit. He thinks this show has more weight to it than the last, and it has a fridge. There will also be a little bit of physical stuff and some beautiful films. And the poems oscillate between the heart-breaking and the pointless.