The man, the myth, the idiot: this is a show for anyone who thinks that actors secretly like wearing tights. Tobias Finley-Fraser is on his 301st audition, and not only are you on the panel, but you’re invited to give notes. What follows is an hour of utter silliness as Tobias pads out his resume and his tights alike, building a show around audience interaction with a ‘yes, and’ energy that’s infectiously delightful.

Sure, Casey Filips’ comic monster is knocking at an open door: from unasked-for opinions, issues around class and nepotism, endless debates on the finer points of method acting and ridiculous ‘specialist skills’ (his pausing expertise is particularly delicious), when it comes to act-ors there’s so much to poke fun at. That means we don’t go that deep; who cares when there are so many belly laughs to enjoy. And chippies. As the stakes get higher, the headshots and the pay-offs get bigger, with a final ten minutes that leave behind any pretence at normality and allow Tobias to finally reach his destiny. And a fragrance campaign. Give us all the confidence of a mediocre white man with money and daddy issues: Filips’ thespian is an absolute horror and this is a screamingly funny show.