Claiming to be taboo-breaking, this odd show aims for provocation but mostly just lands upon indifference and, at times, boredom. Natasha Sutton Williams performs as Gary Strange, a storytelling clown who dwells in London’s sewers and listens to people through their pipes. As a character, Gary sadly has little definition about him, and he is not the most memorable of hosts. It is unclear if we’re supposed to be disgusted or charmed by him, or some mix of the two. 

The stories themselves are somewhat baffling. The first is a sad story, told in the first person, about an unfulfilled and lonely woman who dreams of getting wasted and having sex with people she doesn’t know. The second is a conversation between two strangers, with one reminiscing about the time she accidentally received cunnilingus from a cat. Then the third is a tale from Gary’s own perspective, about his experience of clown sex. This triptych barely has a connecting thread, and it’s unclear what taboos are being broken. 

Williams’ skill as a storyteller is the only saving grace. She gives each strand a distinct rhythm and deftly switches between characters in a way that is easy to follow. However, not even the most bewitching narrator could lift these muddled tales into something interesting. 

Clown Sex, Pleasance Courtyard, until 27 August, 1.45pm.