Royal Exchange, Manchester

11th May 2017

Look – no hands! From this unlikely premise writer Alan Harris draws us in to the story of two lonely people discovering one another through telephone sex line chat.

Jimmy works in a drive-through doughnut restaurant and Kitty is a voice at the end of an adult chatline. Beneath the superficial novelty these are the jobs of our age – zero hours, low paid, casual and temporary. Jimmy fantasizes about bringing planes in to land while processing the orders at the drive-through. Kitty indulges her callers in a make-believe world while planning a more useful future as a psychologist. Jimmy is one of those callers and within the minimum call period of nine minutes their talks are increasingly less about sex and more about themselves. Eventually they meet up face to face.

Their lives are rooted in a Newport that is recognisably hum-drum, a…