I’ll Always Think of You that Way

Rehab, depression, attempted suicide, departed husbands and death aren’t immediately comic material, but the adventures of silver-spoon idiot Savannah, and Alison, her fat, steadfast, depressed friend are very funny. It could do without the explanations from the lectern, but the impressions are witty, the tone irreverent, and it’s fresh, zany and surprising without being contrived or self-consciously different.

Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 31 Aug (not 25), 4.30pm, £7.50–£8.50 (£6–£7).