In 2013, Daniel Kitson wrote a play for two people (himself and the (mighty) Tim Key) to perform for a week or two at the (also mighty) Royal Exchange Theatre in Manchester. in 2015 that play was restaged at the (again, mighty) Old Vic in London for something like 28 performances, in total. This is one of those performances, in real time, start to finish.

A recording of Daniel Kitson's show 'Dot. Dot. Dot.' at the Union Chapel in London.

Daniel Kitson presents his account of six ridiculous and devastating months, experienced largely from a safe distance, almost immediately misremembered and retold here so inaccurately as to be very nearly fictional. Conceived and written specifically to be performed in and streamed from an empty theatre, with audience capacity limited to that of the venue, this will hopefully be a lot more fun than it sounds.

Wrote and performed originally in Melbourne at the International Comedy Festival in The Council Chambers in the Town Hall before tweaking for the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh. It was filmed on a number of different nights on a single camera.

A recording of a show called The Interminable Suicide of Gregory Church, which Daniel Kitson toured for around six months in 2011, having written it initially for a run at the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh in 2009. This film was recorded at the Tobacco Factory in Bristol on one night in 2011 and edited over two months in 2020.

In 2010, or maybe 2011, it’s hard to be certain about these things, I wrote and performed a show called It’s Always Right Now, Until It’s Later. I originally performed it in the Edinburgh Fringe Festival at the Traverse Theatre every morning at 10.30 before restaging it at St Anns Warehouse in New York, The National Theatre in London and The Royal Exchange in Manchester. This film was made on one single night towards the end of the Manchester run and is the entire show, in real time.

A group of twenty-somethings, one of whom is a single father with a precious daughter, have been unsuccessful in getting into a certain club so they can have a chance to DJ there and start a career out of it. A series of events has lumbered them with a dog napping scheme gone badly wrong, ending up with them owning a particular pooch belonging to a dog-loving local drug dealer.

The owner of The Phoenix Club is the wheelchair-bound Brian Potter, who has presided over two clubs in the past: the first (The Aquarius) flooded, the second (The Neptune) burned down. His ambition (with the help of Jerry St Clair) is to see The Phoenix Club become the most popular in Bolton and thus outdo his arch-nemesis, Den Perry, owner of rival club The Banana Grove.