This was a double-act sketch show with my friend and fellow comedian Mark Smith. John Dredge (actor and lunatic) was also in it, generally loitering about and being weird. At the end my character found out that John Dredge was his dad. Looking back, I’m really proud of this show and hopefully we’ll do some more.
This Will Only Take a Moment
What’s the secret to happiness? In this show I provided the answer. I’ve now entirely forgotten what that was unfortunately.
Isn’t it lovely to receive a letter from a friend? This was the story of how a lonely second-hand bookshop owner accidentally became my pen-pal and changed my life.
My Groupon Adventure
In October 2013 I accidentally discovered the discount website Groupon. I took on the challenge of doing a different Groupon activity every week for a year. This is the story of how it changed my life. An uplifting true story of love, adventure and colonic irrigation.
Have you ever gone through the things left behind by a loved one and discovered something you never knew?
This is a story inspired by that feeling. A moving, funny one-man play about how and why we remember. That starts with a body. And ends with an unlikely redemption
The Trunk holds all the answers. But is it wise to open it?
Written and performed by Max Dickins. Directed by Oliver Senton.
Flashbulb -an improvised comedy show based on found photos
Photos are everywhere. On your Facebook, on Instagram, Twitter. Every day we kayak through an river of images. We’re all responsible for the flood: everyone has a camera now. The button is pressed. The flash ignites. The light blinds. A moment is captured.
But what’s the truth behind the picture? What happened before the flashbulb lit? What happened afterwards? Who is this person, really, away from the pose? Where are they from, and where are they going? If a picture paints a thousand words, then a photo poses a thousand questions. In this show we answer them.
The Man on the Moor
On 12th December 2015, an elderly looking man was found dead on Saddleworth Moor. He was carrying no form of identification. In his pockets were just £130 in cash and return train tickets from London from the previous day. Despite a national media campaign, he remained unidentified. He appeared to have no family, no friends, and no home. He didn’t even have a name.
Three questions abounded: Who was this man? Why did he travel 200 miles to die? And why did nobody seem to miss him?
After the police went public with the man’s image, 40 different people reached out to claim ‘the man on the moor’ as their missing husband, brother, or father. These people are ‘the left behind.’ Those who pick up the pieces when someone they love leaves and never comes home again. This is their story.