St George's West, Edinburgh
At the door to the meeting room we are met by Hannah Jane Walker and Chris Thorpe, and welcomed in with a cup of tea. So far, so cosy. We settle down around the conference table, which is littered with discarded bits of paper. Why is that toy plane hanging upside down on the wall? It soon becomes clear in this neatly constructed, clever and strangely poignant mix of poetry and performance that explores those moments from which there is no way back. You know the ones: when you steer the ship into the iceberg, flick the wrong switch on the nuclear reactor, put a cat in a wheelie bin, press the send button on that email and realise you've just invited your boss round for sex, or shut the front door with your keys and the toddler still inside.
All of us have had those moments when we say or do something that seems completely irrevocable, for which no apology will ever be enough. But where do those moments come from? Is there something in our evolutionary make up, which lurks in the chaos underneath the carefully constructed order of our lives?
With wit and poetry, The Oh Fuck Moment explores these ideas in a uniquely constructed show that feels like a strangely intimate office meeting, a performance lecture and a tea party.
Because Thorpe and Walker 'fess up, we do, too. Nobody is singled out; nobody is made to do anything they don't want, but there is something about Thorpe and Walker's gentle, almost sorrowful understanding that makes us want to embrace the messiness within and share our own catastrophes. Yet this is a long way from being a therapy group. It is about telling stories and recognising that to err is only human, and no amount of health and safety can save us from ourselves.