by Laura Ferguson
‘Tis A Pity She’s A Piglet by Paul Foot has drawn a packed-out theatre to Hannah Playhouse. We sit listening to classical music (a nod to Foot’s pop-culture cluelessness) and await our host’s arrival. As the house lights dim, Foot comes prancing onto the stage like an energetic pixie that has recently frequented an oddity-laden op-shop. His appearance invariably includes a bright, fat tie and tonight is no exception; the silk tie bounces light like a prism. There is no preamble and he gets stuck into the show. He comes off stage, gets right in our faces, and describes imagined scenarios from the virtual depths of Twitter. I’m not entirely sure if these are rehearsed or made up on the spot, but they are wonderfully funny regardless.
