Set in a bedroom in North London, writer and performer Laila Latifa delivers a high-energy and hilarious one-woman show that respectfully and sensitively approaches the subjects of identity crises, eating disorders and honour killings. This is probably my favourite one-woman show of all time, it’s witty, honest, funny, despairing and unflinchingly feminist. Framed as a one-sided conversation with her understanding middle-class white boyfriend, you often forget the reason of how we got here because this world that Latifa has conjured is that well-crafted and brilliantly executed.