
December, 2086. London’s grass is the colour of powdered ginger.
At the launch party of a new turmeric juice brand, Gwyneth Paltrow is the only VIP who fails to show.
What follows is a gloriously strange, wildly anarchic fable on the seductive fantasy of optimal living.
Funny, fizzy and faintly apocalyptic, it is a playful reckoning with wellness, climate anxiety and the irresistible hope that one more miracle juice might solve everything.
“Zingier than a ginger shot.”
“Hilarious, deliciously weird…always keeps you on your toes”
“Bold and distinct”
“A brilliant, bonkers piece of theatre…full of life, hope and heart.”