Wendy Wason: Tiny Me

By the time Wason has been pulled about by all the people in her life—people who require her to be, amongst other things, a wife, daughter, friend and especially mother—she finds herself with only a little piece left to be going on with. This is the "tiny me" of the title.

Wason is great company. She has a thoroughly down-to-earth quality to her – like your funniest, gossipy mate creating humour from the everyday. But don't tell her just anything as it'll probably get repeated on stage. Life is plundered for humour and there's plenty there to be found.

All three of her children prove a rich seam, as do all the weddings she gets invited to. Her husbands—present and ex—feature, as does her friend Cathy and her comedic ability to stick her foot in it.

But as well as the breezy, chatty image, there's an underlying genuine concern. Wason confesses her worries for her children as they grow into adulthood. Is she giving them enough sex education or too much? Has her son discovered the horrors of online porn? But Wason ends on an optimistic note, applying the philosophy that just generally doing small nice things for people can make a big difference. In a world where racism seems to be on the rise, Trump is on the brink of the US presidency and an unelected Prime Minister is in charge of the UK, it's that little bit of ourselves—our very own "tiny mes"—that can make a small change that could begin a big movement. And you can't argue with that.