After a last minute decision to get tickets to this play – I somehow ended up with tickets at nearly 40% off. Sitting dead centre (with a direct eye-line with Kim Cattrall) and only five rows from the front the tickets were an absolute bargain.

Cattrall is Claire Harrison, an intelligent woman and sculptor by trade, who, after a serious road accident, finds herself bound to her hospital bed as a quadriplegic. This enforced confinement soon proves too much for her and what follows in the play is her attempt to escape the hospital’s clutches in order that she can take control of her life (even though it will necessarily mean the end of it.) The play attempts to answer the question of whether an incurable quadriplegic has a right to end their life by refusing the medical care needed to keep them alive. Arguments for and against are trumped out and even include references to both Christopher Reeve and Stephen Hawking.

Claire’s situation couldn’t be any more different from that of Samantha’s, Cattrall’s better known alter ego from Sex and the City. Yet Cattrall is able to infuse the sexiness of Samantha into Claire, and all while bound to the bed for the entire play. Not an easy feat. Her wit and spirit had the crowd at once laughing and crying and, although the American accent of hers did grate at times, overall her performance was superb.

Whilst Cattrall is no doubt the star of the show, Alexander Siddig, as the compassionate junior doctor, and Jotham Annan, a hospital orderly, were well-acted and charming characters.