Urzila Carlson @ Assembly George Square

A cathartic cuss never goes amiss and there are rich pickings on the journey between the total illogicality of airports and the equally baffling weather of Edinburgh. Urzila Carlson rails against fussy eaters among the cosmopolitan but also has an issue with, let's say, not so fussy eaters – particularly of a cannibal tendency and particularly if they're her next door neighbours. With travelling comes the satisfaction of domesticity, it seems. There's sweetness in some gags about children and housework. Her skewed view on the misanthropy of vacuuming is an original take.

She pulls off cutting takedowns of people getting in her way, whether cleaning or running through terminals, and doesn't spare herself from criticism either. In fact, she's pretty brutal about her own attractiveness and could cut herself some slack without detracting from the self-deprecation. The serious bits are mildly traumatising but, after throwing the audience into a pit of despair, she does at least throw them a rescue rope. Her likeability goes a long way, but something was missing in between the featherlight and heavyweight material.