As the show’s title suggests, Harriet Dyer has a problem with focussing. And that’s the premise of this frenetic hour. There is a loose structure that Dyer describes as ‘lots of bits that fit in with being easily distracted, and some other stuff’, but most of the set is taken over by her internal monologue and the weird and wonderful tangents she embarks upon along the way. She briefly touches on serious, personal topics (a traumatic upbringing, a secretly gay dad, a bipolar diagnosis), with any one of them able to anchor a Fringe show on its own.

But Dyer breezes past all of it in favour of the bigger questions in life: why does she keep accidentally signing up for slug subscriptions (as in having slugs sent to her home: yes, that’s a thing apparently)? Why did it take her 20 years to learn how to drive? Is it a good idea to ride a bus wearing a wetsuit? Dyer is a hugely endearing presence on the stage, with a conversational warmth. Some of her tangential thoughts are funnier than the scripted material, while after some comments she wonders aloud, ‘why did I tell you that?’ But a scatty personality is part of her charm and she’s delivered another good Fringe hour.

Harriet Dyer: Easily Distra..., Monkey Barrel Cabaret Voltaire, until 30 August, 8.35pm; picture: Matt Stronge.