‘I got my first pair of glasses when I was seven.

A nurse came to the school and tested everyone’s eyes. And so it was discovered why I’d thrown bread to the floating crisp packets in our local pond and walked into lamp posts and said, ’excuse me’. Until that day the world was a swirl of moving coloured blobs. I thought it was the same for everyone.

How wrong I was.’

Winner: Scotsman Fringe First Award 2012
Critic’s Pick, New York Times

Part memoir, part theatre and part standup comedy this delightful story of a myopic seven year old is brought to you...