We are in London. The time is 1722. We are at the 18th Century equivalent of a writer’s festival. A mature man in full wig sits at a high desk. He is Daniel Defoe. This celebrated writer has just published his latest work, ‘A Journal of the Plague Year’.

Ever the salesman and propagandist, he is here to boost the sales of his new book: partly fascination with the subject, partly due to his need to explain himself but mostly he needs the money.

An interactive show, Defoe will invite his audience to paint parallels of life during the Great Plague of 1665 and the one that we can all relate to-now.