False Teeth, Fake Fur, True Love, by Joan Ellis and Donna Jones, at the Bread and Roses as part of Clapham Fringe

Its been an emotional Clapham Fringe. TwoLasses have seen all sorts of shows; shows about life, shows about death, shows about love and shows about heartbreak. False Teeth, Fake Fur, True Love perfectly encapsulated it all. A two woman show by comediennes Joan Ellis and Donna Jones genuinely brought a warmth to my heart on a cold, rainy October night.

The show was comprised of stand up humour based on the women’s real life memoirs. There were jokes about the north, jokes about the south and everything in between. Different artistic platforms were used, like poetry and book readings, to give a good flow and element of variety to the structure. This kept the show engaging and with purpose. The women consistently bantered with the audience making the piece feel more relaxed than a traditional end on show, creating a fitting end to the fringe festival. A particular theme to note was Joan Ellis’ commentary about her mother’s battle with dementia, a disease more and more people have experience with, in their families today. Myself included. The way she spoke of this, the bad times, the funny times and the absolutely dreadful times in a way gave me a sense of comfort in my memories of losing my gran. Normally when the theme of dementia is brought up I shut down, bad memories are triggered and I leave feeling miserable. I left feeling great.

Now for a few words on the end of Clapham Fringe. As I said it has been a rollercoaster. It has been another celebration of talent, dedication and a general adoration for the arts. TwoLasses have loved it, but it has also been the season we have had to bid a very sorry farewell to reviews. If we, our team of reviewers and anyone who loves theatre continues to find theatre, find venues like the Bread and Roses and festivals like the Clapham Fringe, it can be sincerely less sad that we are closing this chapter of our journeys. As with the moral of the show, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, and you will find it, and probably make a joke out of it. Thank you Clapham.

Kirsty Doig

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