How to avoid a parking ticket: knowledge that doubtlessly appeals to the countless car-owners Fringe-wide who have been plastered by the yellow tickets of bureaucracy. This one-woman show incorporates music, dance, projection, video, and a sprinkling of audience participation to describe her true story how she successfully dodged the fiscal sting of not one but several parking tickets and traffic fines, obtained on multiple occasions in and around her home in London.The audience was small on my visit, to a degree that would be disheartening and detrimental to many shows at the Festival. However this only served to submerse us more in her story we were engaged throughout via direct eye contact and the occasional improvised quip or cheeky wink. All credit must be given to her zest for storytelling the plot is unravelled with passion and, predominantly, fun; both wonderfully infectious.I did, however, struggle somewhat with the intricacies of the tale we are hurled between Roman law definitions, descriptions of her vehicular penalties, and sing-song exposition; leaving a feeling, perhaps understandably, of the fact that the performer was keen to continuously spice the variety of the techniques used to deliver her narrative. Thus the songs and dances were at times a touch uncomfortable and the baton twirling perhaps unnecessary though nonetheless fun; the presiding theme of the show. I learnt some interesting facts about name capitalisation and, were I to study The Letter provided in the programme in more detail, I may even learn how to evade all future parking tickets. Bring your cars, park on double yellow lines, and go learn the same.