Old Git (Jim Bryce) has had enough! Having inhabited an increasingly wizened body for 74 years, he blows the gaff via a head-banging ride powered by comedy, songs and non-sequiturs from the first bemused cell flapping about in the womb to wars, philosophies, notional national identity and death, all proving that nobody grows up, age is a myth and it’s time to throw out the baby with the bathwater. Bryce admits to being a musical tart. Fruitcake may be more appropriate.

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