Comedy Bitch opens with a parody of a Jumanji-esque game, in which the audience are invited (or rather, coerced) to take part. It sets the anarchic, playful tone and prefigures the mix of the serious and the silly that characterises much of the set (such as a reworking of Brief Encounter where a bird craps in the womans eye, and a spoof of tough-talking American cinema where the tables are turned every five seconds). The acting is deft and endearing throughout: the three female performers, whose paradoxical blend of self-conscious childishness and sassy ingenuity recalls Smack The Pony and Man Stroke Woman, have an easy, fluent rapport, and the men are just as adept and likeable. Perhaps my favourite sketch was a delightfully daft Magnum PI-style take on the McDonalds drive-through. I would say the sketches are solid with the odd special moment rather than side-splitting and there is the odd lull, but there is enough originality and harmony between the players to suggest there is much more to come.