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. 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.
