Josie Long

Eventually this turns back to politics again: publicly-owned open spaces, libraries, hospitals give her  a sense of security and belonging that she now knows she has to put up a fight for.

Getting there, she leaps around between topics, boasting of her mountain-climbing exploits, adoring French socialism or delivering an hilarious Ed Miliband routine, in which she imagines him casting off his ineffectual manner to expose himself as some socialist mobster, getting heavy with the mega-wealthy. It’s a dense show as ideas and routines clamour for attention, and she enthusiastically name-checks the likes of Vonnegut, Larkin, Alistair Gray and Logan’s Run. This is an hour which again comes with its own reading list – contained in the home-drawn programmes she still hands out.

But it’s a bit of a scattergun approach, too, without the explicit driving force of last year’s excellent show about her political awakening – even though she has a way of sneaking in politics even when the audience is distracted by something else, and ultimately making all the elements slide into place.

The result is that the ideas and stories are more satisfying in the long run, once all this has time to settle in the brain, rather than at the time you’re watching it, when the flurry of information feels a little cacophonous.

Eventually she reaches the conclusion of the various parts – a message to herself and fellow activists, to hang on in there – a point reached far more circuitously, intelligently and wittily than just showing us a  picture of a cat clinging on to a branch.