An artfully embellished one-man show, with sleuthing, vermouthing, and a mimed penny-farthing chase. Steampunk-theatre for those who keep their brow high and their bows tied.

Fearless explorer. Audacious dandy. Reluctant detective. An improbable account of the malodorous goings on of the night of 28 November 1889, and the events which followed – thrillingly re-enacted! Victorian Dublin's consummate gentleman-adventurer (and rakish raconteur) damn near loses a cufflink in an astonishing tale of derring-do – and don'ts. Murder! Villainy! Corruption! Hyperbole! Physical storytelling prowess, blending Lecoq-trained virtuosity with a Wildean flair.

Early Grave, Fashionably Late invites an audience of discerning tastes to wind their pocket watches and journey back to an era of adventure and style, where blood is little more than a damnably difficult stain to get out. A few useful pointers on evading creditors, moustache-waxing, and umbrella-to-umbrella combat are thrown in for good measure.

“A wild adventure that will have you giggling the whole way through… A really well performed and funny piece of character storytelling that I would recommend to anyone interested in an in-depth yarn” (Broadway Baby)