“I Love Sumo”: my funny solo show - but I’m actually so serious about sumo

This is me in my literal home during a tournament. This isn’t for show. No one else sees this (except for my husband). The show may be funny but I’m not joking when it comes to my love for sumo.

A few years ago, I fell in love with sumo. Yes, the traditional Japanese sport / ritual practice with very large men in little clothing throwing themselves out of a ring made of straw bales. It's a sport with archaic conventions and misogynistic rules (no women allowed in the sacred ring), plagued by hazing and bullying scandals and which routinely disregards modern medicine, sometimes causing lasting damage to its athletes, all in the name of "tradition". It's also all I can think about. At any given moment, 80% of my brain power is devoted to this backwards, wonderful, magical, messed up, addictive, spiritual, exciting, horrifying and utterly entertaining martial art. The show is going to be a funny and educational (don't think I won't explain all the intricacies of the "dead-body-rule" or the difference between a shameful "henka" side step landing your opponent on his face and a perfectly gentlemanly "meet and move") journey about loving something that is so deeply flawed and against all my modern values.

The show will be staged in London in summer 2026, announcement coming soon!