Delilah Dix and Her Bag of Tricks

Desperate, 'never-was starlet' Delilah Dix is a riot. And not just because of the white-trash celebrity anecdotes (which are hilarious) or the songs (gutsy and catchy yet teetering rather thrillingly on the edge of vocal disaster).

No, it's character – in Dix's case, fully realised yet without once seeming forced or over-produced – that drives the showstopper quality of Amy Albert's deliciously hysterical cabaret creation. Delilah isn't just off her head on mouthwash and cocaine - she's deranged and delusional. For one all-too-brief hour, we're happy to slide down the pan with her.

Fingers Piano Bar, 0131 225 3026, until 28 August (not 23), 4.20pm, free