Rachel Jackson @ Pleasance Courtyard

This local lass (from Barnton, just up the road) is incredibly quick, in wit as well as speech, as she delivers anecdote after anecdote about old flames, each ending with a cry of ‘Over, out, nexxxxt!’ while swinging an imaginary cat through a door.

There’s a colourful array of ex-lovers, from the controlling cult-leader to the bagpiping Canadian (which is not quite what you think), each fleshed out with fantastic little details. Her lofty, lusty tales are even better if there’s a character to imitate. Jackson slips into these personas effortlessly, bringing folks to life with a shift in body language and an accent. The posh friend who’s bemused by her own break-up is a standout. If anything, it’d be great to see more character work, much like the sketches she’s done for BBC Three in the past year.

It still needs a little polish and the half-time rap doesn’t add much to the hour. However, Jackson's bunny boiling antics more than make up for it and this is a fine balance of both well-written and raucous. 

This review is based on an opening night preview performance