Review: 51 Shades of Maggie at Pomegranate, Chesterfield

Er, no. But I’d love to know what she would have made of 51 Shades of Maggie.

The clue is in the 51 Shades. Even if you’ve avoided reading the notorious book, it’s impossible not to know what it’s about.

And so too was this Glaswegian send-up, which had the Pomegranate audience shrieking with laughter for one memorable night last week.

This Maggie, played rumbustiously by Leah MacRae, was resplendent in tartan hot pants and leopardskin leggings, and sprawled much of the time on a huge circular bed with black satin sheets, Paris Hilton pillows and a lurid fuchsia coverlet.

She was on the pull wherever she went: KFC, B&Q, the dole office...

Especially the dole office, where she met Mr Big, a cross between Simon Cowell and Peter André, and was transported to his Private Room of Pain.

This was 50 Shades, the Page 3 comic book version, in language, both verbal and body, which was not for the faint hearted.

It was theatre, folks, but maybe not quite as we know it. LYNNE PATRICK