“…Jack Dean’s monologue (or poem or play for one – take your pick) is, like Beckett’s Not I, a flow of consciousness. Using classical mythology for its structural timbers it is a lament for the fall of Icarus, for the loss of innocence, for the crushing of aspiration and a dark, frightened gaze into a slightly tongue-in-cheek dystopian future in which the UK has become something of an American supermarket…Dean has a good and expressive voice, the sine qua non of the monologist and without too much bother could turn his show into something quite memorable!