This semi-autobiographical show about sex, kebabs and Viking re-enactment warriors crammed into 30 minutes what most girls experience in a decade - or even, dare I say it, a lifetime - of searching for Mr Right.
With the aid of a guitar and a little poetry/rap, this bittersweet play told the tale of Anna's quest to find her frog prince and all the other reptiles she meets along the way.
Her story was not only funny, it was contemporary and instantly recognisable as Anna was exposed, reinventing the more sordid aspects of her love life - "at least, that's how I remember it" - and accepting undesired offers for want of a quiet life. Unfortunately for our heroine, there was no happy ending to this tale and it came as no surprise to the audience when her frog prince turned out to be a merchant banker with, you've guessed it, herpes.
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