
Addiction is no laughing matter, but we all know that people in the throes of addiction can do some pretty funny things. It's this angle that Simon Hughes taps into in his show, Man vs Meth.

Play is the the highest form of research, according to Einstein, and Plato said: Do not keep children to their studies by compulsion but by play.

Fans are advised to ‘never meet your heroes’ so I worried a little about seeing RocKwiz live; would it seem too staged? Too slow and long-winded?

Holed up in a dingy hotel with only a bucket for company, the sole comfort for sick backpackers is they know their suffering will make a funny story one day.

This is an extremely funny play, at turns satirical and wilfully silly in the extreme, ultimately bordering on farce, as these four rather loopy characters scheme and snipe and fret and fawn over each other in anticipation of Rasputin’s arrival.

When Sam Simmons arrives on stage trilling like a choir boy wearing a ruffle he’s stolen from a drag queen, you might assume we’re in for another one of his absurdist prop strewn shows. But surprisingly, there are no bread shoes, no tacos being smashed on his bare chest.