HOWLING
at the Moon
Filthy Comedy & Psychic Mayhem Live
Hello, you beautiful disasters.
This is Victoria Rose, the girl who's already confessed on stage to forwarding 53 voice notes of a ghost's dirty talk straight back to him and turning my WhatsApp into a personal wank archive.
I’ve been writing an absolute filth-fest of a comedy set the last few months. You weren't supposed to see the drafts (because they were private scribbles) which are the backbone: sexting struggles with tits that won't frame, why guys dodge a straight "no" like it's toxic, manifesting my soulmate with creepy AI videos, the cunt pics I should really have added to OnlyFans and an abundance of even more feral gold. It’s an hour, that's mostly brand-new, for the stage.
Now picture those stories with live psychic readings from Gemma Collins.
This is a joint show with the psychic who does not do bullshit. Think live readings where she tunes into the room's energies with insight.
My comedy keeps it loose and rude, while Gemma’s readings increase the stakes to "Oh fuck, is that about me?" This live mix of brutal comedy and real-time psychic work changes with the crowd - and the moon.
Once in a full moon you get this much chaos.
We've cultivated an electric atmosphere where the buzz of strangers losing their shit together results in gut-laughs one second and stunned silence the next. Word gets around. It sells out quicker than a Northern Irish hypnotist saying "three... two... one."
Grab tickets before you're left howling at your own screen while the rest of us are losing our shit in style.
Choose your Moon.
Hello, you beautiful disasters.
The Buck Moon is the July full moon. It’s peak instinct time, when bucks shove out fresh antlers and shedding last year's velvet for hard growth. It’s when we say, "Fuck it, I'm doing this anyway." Victoria’s feral stand-up and Gemma's live psychic readings collide under a moon that encourages our collective bad behaviour.
Victoria Rose brings self-aware filth about modern dating disasters and her very human habit of spotting a pattern and walking straight into it with her eyes wide open; a red flag is the cue to engage in obsessive compulsive behaviour.
Gemma Collins delivers live psychic readings that will be just uncomfortable enough to make the laughter catch in your throat. She’s in tune with whatever is being stirred by the moon - and the crowd.
This is a proper, out-of-whack night out: filthy, reckless stories, big laughs and way too many, "Oh fuck, that is me," moments where comedy and the cosmic collide.
The Buck Moon gives us a once in a year opportunity. Show up and take it.
Venue: The Britannia Panopticon Music Hall
Date: Wednesday 29 July 2026
Doors: 6.45pm
Show starts: 7.15pm prompt
Seats are limited.
Don’t be stuck in your rut while the rest of us are howling in the room.
Hello, you beautiful disasters.
Welcome to the Blue Moon edition of Howling at the Moon. We have a rare, extra full moon for this spectacular evening.
Victoria Rose is live with her razor-sharp, self-sabotaging tales of chasing the wrong kind of spark and turning every "what if" into a spectacular crash landing. She'll drag you through the mud to and to her optimistic but unfortunate reality and then shrug. The only way out is to cackle at how predictably we've fucked it up again.
Gemma Collins tunes into the lunar frequency for live psychic readings. She’ll pull out the buried wishes you once whispered to the night sky but were brutally ignored by the universe. The blue moon is daring us to feel everything all at once. We might as well face it in style.
Let’s get rid of the obscene notion that the moon is always romantic. It’s a cunt. Like us all.
Come get feral, the Blue Moon only comes once a year.
Venue: TBC (Glasgow)
Date: Sunday 31st May 2026
Doors: 6.45pm
Show starts: 7.15pm prompt
Seats will be limited.
Don’t be lonely and blue while the rest of us are howling in the room.
Hello, you beautiful disasters.
On June 30th, we have the Strawberry Moon, bursting with the short, sweet peak of summer when wild strawberries ripen red and are simply begging to be picked. It’s time to gorge. Everything's fertile, blooming, dripping with juice. Take it now before it's gone; bask in sticky delight.
Victoria Rose is back with her ridiculously unfiltered stories of diving headfirst into the ripest temptations which never ever live up to the promise of forever. Stuffing her face with "just one more,” makes for great comedy.
Gemma Collins is the goddess of cosmic call-outs. She’ll bestow upon you the moon’s sugar rush and the joyful, reckless way we should devour the season.
The Strawberry Moon is no fairy tale. Unless, we’re vibing Maleficent, The Wicked Witch of the East and the entire female clan - on a full moon. You have permission to be a fucking mess. We dare you.
The Strawberry Moon is coming out to play. Are you?
Venue: TBC (Glasgow)
Date: Tuesday 30th June 2026
Doors: 6.45pm
Show starts: 7.15pm prompt
Seats will be limited.
We'll be gorging on victory as we're howling in the room.
Is this comedy show or psychic night?
It’s a comedy show with live psychic readings woven through it.
What actually happens on the night?
Guests arrive. Victoria does stand-up. Gemma does live readings on stage. We laugh lots and have tremendous fun.
Do I have to take part?
It isn’t that kind of night. Shouting over the show or trying to make yourself part of it kills the atmosphere for everyone else. Anyone who disrupts the performance will be asked to leave.
Do I need to believe in psychics?
Not at all. Skeptics usually enjoy it just as much, if not more.
How long is the show?
Around 1 hour 50 minutes, including a short interval. The show will mix comedy sets and psychic readings.
Is there an age limit?
Yes. Over 18s only. This is an adults-only night. There will be swearing and filth.
Is the venue wheelchair accessible?
Unfortunately, no. The show takes place in the Britannia Panopticon, a historic Victorian music hall, and the building isn’t wheelchair accessible.