Perhaps it's a testament to Sam Savage's power as an actress, but around 15 minutes in, she transforms herself from the Essex housewife (Linda Larkin) who greeted us at the door, and into an American motivational speaker. Sadly, that moment of intrigue buckles under the realisation that there's barely a joke to be had in another flat section within a confusingly oblique character comedy show.

Initially making some lukewarm comments about the poor seating arrangements in the room and the clatter of noise from next door, Sam / Linda swerves from time to time towards an Abigail's Party vibe as her bland main character attempts banter with the crowd but fails to find any gems among her responses. But could this inability to be even remotely amusing be part of a convoluted and clever conceit?

You'll be too distracted to care as the other set of creations limp into view, mainly a poetry club featuring lovely Rachel who is desperate to please and nihilist Barry who looks desperate to chop things up. There was some talk before the festival of Linda having a strong ten minutes. On the basis of this longer show, anything that might have remained bordering on quality has been squeezed into oblivion.

Cowgatehead, until 27 Aug, 5.30pm, free.