I Saw Satan at the 7-Eleven

He was dressing low-profile, but it was definitely him: red skin, horns, barbed tail, cloven hoofs, black goatee. He was unmistakable. Satan was buying soy milk and forty bucks‘ worth of unleaded fuel.This audiobook is brilliantly read by the playwright himself, who also performed the story onstage in its first production at Soho Theatre.‘No one tells a story like Christopher Brett Bailey.‘ Guardian‘A sort of crazed neo-beatnik equivalent of Charles Dickens‘s celebrated recitals . . . a luridly gonzo piece of storytelling that revels in absurdist twists [and] moments of pure WTF.‘ Time OutIn a small town two miles north of Hell, our deadbeat narrator spots Satan filling up his red Corvette at the 7-Eleven. Satan‘s a washed-up has-been who‘s totally lost his edge . . . but when their eyes meet across the parking lot, the two embark on a torrid romance, by turns screwball, surreal, terrifying and tender.Christopher Brett Bailey‘s electrifying monologue premiered at Soho Theatre, London, in April 2026.Portions of this audiobook contain mature language. Listener discretion is advised.‘Landing blow after blow right in the kisser of literary decorum, this freewheeling freak-out proves once and for all that language is no match for counter culture‘s last living mutant, Christopher Brett Bailey. You aren‘t ready and you never will be.‘ LAUREN J JOSEPH‘A short sharp shock of a story, every sentence spoken is filled with something grotesque, hilarious, deeply sad or some unholy melding of all three. It‘s so gross! It made me very happy.‘ ALISON RUMFITT