A woman buried up to her waist by a cliff-face on a sandy beach. The sand is a mound, spreading like a ginormous skirt, and grains of it trickle threateningly down from the rocks.
A Nottingham nurse becomes an amateur porn star. Hilarity ensues.
An adaptation is always going to differ from its source material. Deal with it. A play can’t be the book, and neither can a movie; what’s necessary is to capture the mood and essence of the story and transplant it to a different medium.
You'll have heard of Avenue Q before, of course, the delinquent boozy stepchild of Sesame Street. There's a major touring production happening later in the year, but those who can't wait and are down south would be well directed to this latest production from the Brighton Theatre Group.