For someone who boasts that he is a bit of a culture vulture, I am surprised to admit that the whole Fleabag phenomenon has literally passed me by.
My sister tried to get tickets for the National Theatre's live showing but it was sold out , so this evening we went to Theatr Clwyd to see a re run of the filmed version.
I enjoyed it.
Phoebe Waller-Bridge is a wonderful storyteller and describes her strange modern day life with it's distant relatives, a guinea pig cafe, feminist views, sex, porn and friends with energy and an edge of cruelty which is refreshing and at times achingly sad.
Hers is an essay on grief and how sex fills a void of pain and the need to be properly loved
I can see just why her subsequent tv show and her poaching by the American tv lords has signalled just how big the Fleabag franchise has become.
I wonder where the move will take her.