Lindsey Santoro’s Pink Tinge is undoubtedly one of the most unwaveringly honest, toe-curlingly authentic hours of comedy that you could ask for at the Fringe. Known for her direct, straight-shooting style, Santoro tends to avoid innuendos, opting rather to saying the quiet (and rude parts) out loud, making for an eyebrow-raising show.

Whether it’s cervical screenings or becoming overly comfortable around your partner, Santoro is more than happy to share anecdotes from all possible facets of her personal life, no matter how intimate or embarrassing. After spending one hour in her company, you’ll leave feeling like you know the sort of things about the Birmingham comic that even your closest of friends wouldn’t spill to you; not even after a few cocktail cans.

While Santoro’s tales of hen dos gone wrong and X-rated rock-climbing mishaps are hilarious, the audience’s bond derives from her ability to present an unfiltered version of herself so unapologetically; and it’s something that helps even the most exaggerated of her stories feel like they’re coming from a genuine place. Though the show’s lack of an overarching structure or clear direction may hold it back slightly, Pink Tinge remains a nice way to spend an hour feeling like you’re catching up with an old mate.

Lindsey Santoro: Pink Tinge, Pleasance Courtyard, until 27 August, 6pm.