The word ‘fresh’ is certainly appropriate for this Edinburgh-based troupe. They all looked so nicely scrubbed and unpretentious that I was half convinced they were actually from the 1950s. Unfortunately the comedy did not live up to this energy and charm.

The show, a series of sketches, opens cleverly as the cast discovers that their main man, Johnny, has disappeared. The attempt to find him, though, quickly falls into the background. By the time he made his reappearance, any curiosity I might have had about Johnny had long since vanished.

This habit of good ideas but messy execution is maintained throughout. I liked the concept of the Blue Peter Wombles (‘Put a coat hanger in the oven and stew it’) and the Royal Tunbridge Wells Iron Maiden Fan Club. But lines were fluffed and the acting lacked character. I was less taken with the Featles. Perhaps it’s three years at a women’s college, but surely the ‘female version of the Beatles’ could do more than suck up to old stereotypes about domesticity?

There definitely seems to be a will to make this show work, and the experience of a Fringe run can only help.