The Seven Deadly Sins.

A perfect way to round up the Fringe.

Clever Mr Weil. (And Brecht and Balanchine.)

(And Company Chordelia.)

A gorgeous little gem of a show at the Picturehouse.

When the drinking tigress meets herself in the pool
She's apt to become a menace.

The complete libretto is here fyi.

Suffice to say I'm fantasising about this as The Next Project.

But I think it's a bit short.