It helps that the material she is performing is so richly evocative. Full of fast and furious teenage energy as it opens with a headlong rush into the overwhelming tumult of Amy’s life – dead-end jobs, dead-end blokes, a family grinding its way through depression and poverty, troubles with what “to the untrained eye…might look like a girl gang”, it’s no wonder she rocks up on Glenda’s doorstep with a black eye and blood on her top. But far from the dippy old soul she initially seems to be, Glenda is a rebel in her own right and a beautiful kinship grows between the two, cleverly reflected by a deepening of the pace by director Bethany Pitts as Amy discovers the simple joy of taking a moment, reading a book, discovering that someone is proud of you.