Name: Curly Wurlies
Start: 2026-04-10T19:00:00+01:00
Location: Porter's Cardiff

Digger is dead. Properly, definitely dead. And no one’s bothered to explain what happens next. He wakes up with nothing around him but some chairs, a pen, and a growing pile of labels. A voice tells him to identify himself without being told how. So he does what feels possible: he talks, jokes, sings, stalls, remembers, and avoids remembering.
He slaps labels on himself and tests how they feel. Some are funny, some sting, some refuse to come off no matter how hard he tries. He teeters between chaos and quiet, drifting from absurdity to moments so still they make you lean forward. Pop songs collide with confessions,
laughter rattles against sudden silence, and the past slips in uninvited.
This isn’t a story about judgement or redemption. It’s about being a person: loving badly, coping poorly, carrying things without realising, and holding on to small, perfect memories when everything else feels unbearable. The tone shifts as people do. Something gets chosen. Darkly funny and unexpectedly gentle, this is a play for anyone who’s ever wondered if they were too much, not enough, or just trying their best.
There are no answers and no instructions, just a person, already at the end, deciding what parts of himself are worth keeping, and whether trying again is reason enough to stay. This Play is a sharp, tender 45 minutes spent in the company of someone figuring it out in real time.