Amy doesn’t get angry and she’s starting to feel left out, so she’s on a quest to feel fury; from what she can discern from the world around her, it appears to be all the rage… literally.

Amy is navigating the joy of her first queer relationship whilst dusting herself off from a string of several alcoholic partners. You’d think she’d have plenty to be cross about, and yet, whilst everyone seems to be more furious than ever, she just can’t seem to tap into her own anger – so she’s challenged herself to learn.

This lack of wrath may also have something to do with a processing lag that is becoming increasingly disruptive – and comical – in her life. Her emotions seemed to be delivered by carrier pigeon, if they arrive at all.

This is a show about being awarded Best Supporting Actor in your own life, the beauty of fully embracing queerness in your 30s, and the fact that anger may sometimes look more like nursery rhymes and crying on a bike than punching walls and shouting. It’s worth mentioning that alongside all this soul-searching, this show also tries to fathom why Amy’s mum has started keeping milk in the boot of her car, how a potion from 2002 may have cursed the world, and how a pavement stand-off with a bird became a wake-up call.