On one of the wettest days of the Fringe (a hotly contested title admittedly), Janine Harouni shows true grace in welcoming a continual stream of latecomers out of the rain, even when some trudge through the doors after ten minutes of the show. That a number of the tardy folk happen to come from her New York hometown only adds to the general bonhomie that she has engendered in the room.

Clearly, it will take a lot to fluster Harouni (making her Fringe solo debut after previously appearing in sketch trio Muriel) which can possibly be attributed to the fact that she has come face to face with her own mortality. That story forms a large chunk of this excellent hour in which she paints extremely vivid pictures of her friends and family (even if her dad is a Trump supporter, he shows much more compassion towards the weak and vulnerable than the guy he voted for ever would), while confessing that she has a dark past as a member of the Young Republicans before college turned her all liberal.

This very accomplished hour zips by (despite all the flow-ruining interjections) and marks Janine Harouni out as a stand-up storyteller with the talent to go very far.

Pleasance Courtyard, until 25 Aug (not 13), 5.45pm, £10–£12 (£9–£11).