We’re all familiar with tales of Knights, pulling swords from stones, their round tables, lots of chainmail. But have you heard about the one with the horse?

Madeleine Rowe brings back their one person production of Knight, Knight; an outlandish and hilarious tale of a Knight, his quest to become King, marry, have an heir and fight for his kingdom. However, the crux of this tale is – he’s in love with his horse.

Bizarre as it sounds, Rowe has created not only an obscenely funny narrative but conducts it with precision. Using very purposeful and calculated miming, movement and audience participation, they are able to evoke consistent giggling from us with just how bizarre but hilarious this performance is.

We only find out at the end that Rowe isn’t British at all. With this very posh and English accent, they fool us but over exaggerate and blur words, very “toff” like and this is endlessly funny.

They engage with us throughout and does brilliantly with improv on our ludicrous suggestions and off-script guidance. Their main source of comedy is repeated gestures, simple yet effective moments, such as trying and failing for a long time to scabbard their sword, or a moment of evading the crown being put on their head with surprising flexibility. This simple slapstick is so ridiculous, we only find this more and more funny as time goes on. It almost becomes overly hysterical and we love it.

Knight, Knight is a totally bonkers and fantastically executed clown show, with nothing outlandish but well constructed slapstick and repeated comedy.