Eight Gigabytes of Hardcore Pornography at State Theatre Centre of Western Australia

Last week a man slept in my house. I am sure he has a wife. The skin around his ring finger is indented. And there was a number in his phone under 'Wife'.

They met online. She's a nurse in her forties, brats for kids, trapped in a loop of catastrophic debt. He's in IT, miserably married and trapped in his own loop of nightly p*rn-trawling. Funny and fiercely written, this production is a deceptively compassionate cringe-comedy of mid-life loneliness, hidden zip folders and barely concealed desperation.