Torn between her love of buying new clothes and disgust at late-stage capitalism, this London stand-up has much to unpack in her debut solo hour. She also has one hell of a plot twist to her show about hustling through the cost-of-living crisis, where she likes racking up Nectar points and dreaming up get-rich-quick schemes with expensive merch. 

A risk-averse philosopher with an entrepreneurial streak, Mary O’Connell’s show contains a mix of comedy-industry analysis, race politics and whimsy. She keeps a mock-furious schtick going for much of it as she drops in energetic rants about irresponsible people nonchalantly walking the streets with less than 20% phone battery, or complains about the out-of-touch still using Hotmail accounts. 

It’s fun when her indignant mask slips and a huge grin cracks open, as it does several times. There’s an internal battle going on between the person who aspires to be a polyamorous ‘silly billy’ and the one cautiously keeping tabs on Money Saving Expert, seething at life’s injustices. Despite her fears, as a middle-class queer brown person, about the limitations of performing, her daft clowning works well. While there may be a few too many comedy identities vying for space in the routine (which one comedy insider warned her about), observations about workaholic life are on the money. 

Mary O’Connell, Money Princess, Pleasance Courtyard, until 27 August, 6pm.