You Obviously Know What I’m Talking About

This cleverly devised bit of comic theatre boasts a marvellous set. Good job, too, given it concerns an extreme obsessive-compulsive, a reclusive nerd named Winfield Scott-Boring, whose entire carefully ordered daily life takes place within the confines of his tiny flat. Moreover, Winfield’s flat is a sentient being – or beings. These walls really do talk. And they burst into song and they assist Winfield in his daily routine and they worry that he’s not living life to the full.

One day, however, Winfield accidentally gets up out of the wrong side of the bed, and thereafter, everything that can go wrongs does go wrong – Winfield’s ordered life is subjected to the chaos of sod’s law. The increasingly surreal antics that follow, which involve such imaginative uses of the set as a mountain being spewed out of a fridge, work as a nice metaphor for life spinning out of control (not necessarily in a bad way).

Although the show loses focus once or twice, during its more surreal moments, it’s brought to a satisfying – and sweet – conclusion.

Underbelly Cowgate, 0844 545 8252, until 26 Aug, 1.30pm, £9--11 (£8--£10).