It rains. People get hot and sweaty. The sex is rubbish. Love is anything but easy.

Helena is a divorce lawyer with a taste for other people’s husbands. She’s in a bar sipping overpriced sav blanc. She’s been stood up by Mr. Wrong. Again. Bob’s a total shambles, a two-bit petty crim working for a gangster called Big Tiny Tam. He’s nursing a beer and reading Dostoevsky. She’s totally out of his league; he’s not her type at all. They absolutely should not sleep together. Ever. Which is why they do.

And so begins their legendary lost weekend; a wild 24 hour spending spree in which our think-me Bonnie and Clyde step out of their shit lives and reinvent themselves in a haze of bleary magic. This is Bob and Helena’s excellent adventure.

Stacked with rough and tumble romantic comedy and rebellious abandon, this is a lo-fi indie musical for people who don’t like musicals. There will be no high kicks and absolutely no jazz hands.

Midsummer is pure outrageous joy.