All's Well That Ends in Essex

What do you get when you cross Shakespearean tragedy with WKD, emotional damage, and a laminated pub menu?
Welcome to All's Well That Ends Well in Essex-a feral romantic comedy about fake weddings, spiritual blackmail, and one man's tragic war with commitment.
Helly works nights for the NHS and keeps a folder full of emotional receipts. Barry's a tracksuit-wearing romantic fugitive with a vape addiction and a GCSE in ghosting women. After one too many ignored texts and a very suspicious "soz been mad busy xx," Helly takes matters into her own hands.
What follows is a spectacularly misguided mission to lock down love by any means necessary-including forged documents, a faked honeymoon night in the dark with the wrong woman, and a Wetherspoons wedding officiated by a man in a Burger King crown called Ken.
Throw in:Psychic mothers
Pigeons with prophetic powers
TikTok beefs
And a spiritual tribunal held in a bingo hall
... and you've got a Shakespearean love story dragged backwards through an Essex car park.
It's messy. It's petty. It's got a heart.
And it ends, more or less, in Wetherspoons.
Part of the ADAPTATIONS series: bold, funny, reimagined Shakespearean stories set in the tragicomic chaos of modern Britain.
Perfect for Fleabag, This Country, Dolly Alderton fans, and people who've ever cried in a pub toilet but came out stronger for it.

Martin Foskett is a photographer, filmmaker, author, tech enthusiast, and your typical Gen Xer - raised on cassette tapes, scarred by public service broadcasts, and fuelled by just enough sarcasm to survive modern existence without combusting. A self-proclaimed jack of all trades and master of none (though rumour has it he once came dangerously close with Adobe Premiere), Martin thrives on curiosity, caffeine, and the occasional lucky guess.
With no formal qualifications in anything remotely sensible, Martin somehow carved a decades-long media career out of sheer grit, an eye for the moment, and the kind of stubborn optimism that makes you try to fix your boiler. His school history grades were a polite disaster - but the Cold War did what the classroom couldn't, igniting a lifelong obsession with the weird, wild, and often worryingly real tales of the past.
For over twenty years, Martin has captured the world through a lens and a wry smile-telling stories that matter, often filtered through a sense of humour only he seems to find funny (though his audience occasionally chuckles out of politeness or confusion). Whether behind the camera or elbow-deep in tech innards, he tells tales with heart and edge and the occasional dad joke so groan-inducing it could be weaponised.
His latest literary escapade, The Ultimate Dad Jokes, is a comic survival guide and a tribute to the ancient paternal art of making people laugh, wince, or leave the room entirely. It's one part comedy, one part cry for help, and all parts Martin.
Now comfortably in what he calls "the downward stretch," Martin juggles photography, filmmaking, tech tinkering, and pun delivery with all the chaotic grace of a Gen X dad winging it through the apocalypse. You'll find him wherever creativity, sarcasm, and low-level anarchy collide - often with a camera in one hand and a USB cable in the other.