Where do aging stand-ups go? To that great Fringe stage in the sky where they play themselves and produce things they call plays but are really lots of jokes linked to a flabby narrative. Jenny Eclair's one-woman show is a case in point: she plays northern housewife Carole Fletcher, a former reality TV star who has had her 15 minutes of fame on Richard and Judy's sofa and is now dealing with the aftermath in her mum's box bedroom.
It is entertaining enough in a tired way and should be made compulsory viewing for Jade Goody and Nadia, but it doesn't tell you anything you won't have thought yourself about the fickle nature of fame and wannabe culture. Beneath its surface wit ("Sleeping in a single bed - it's like practising for your coffin") there is absolutely nothing going on.
The attempt to make you feel something for Fletcher's plight is scuppered by the banality of the writing and the obviousness of the plotting. You don't care how Fletcher has ended up like this, but you do wonder how Eclair, the sparky, irreverent mother of all female stand-up comics, has ended up here, too.
· Until August 29. Box office: 08707 557 705.
