Sh!t Theatre Present: Sh!t Theatre's JSA (Job Seekers Anonymous)

It doesn't happen very often, but occasionally we run across a show which embodies everything you fear about the Fringe.

This two-hander featured women very much from London, who had clearly retained all their A level theatre knowledge of Brecht. Decked out in white face paint, with bits of newspaper stuck to them, they variously shouted, ranted, skipped, ran back and forth, quoted statistics, and sang.

Rebecca Biscuit is a slightly better performer than Louise Mothersole, in that she seemed to remember most of her lines, and have better stamina and co-ordination (she dropped her hula hoop far less often), but they neglected to glean any comedy potential out of this at all. There was no dynamic between the two, and no defined personality of either.

It’s a shame, because sometimes we think that there might be nuggets of creativity lying beneath the overwritten, embarrassingly personal revelations, or that, if we could only hear what they were saying over the noise of the thumping hula hoops, it might be quite interesting, or that if only they remembered (or realised?) the Olympics are over now, their commentary on it might have counted as satire.

The potential could clearly be seen between our fingers as we cringed, and that is what made this show all the more heart-breaking.