Underbelly Cowgate (Venue 61)
Sara Juli seems like a lovely woman, skipping around the stage in a light-up pinny, handing out vibrators, giving the audience crisps, reading out her own medical notes and tying up our shoelaces.
Her oddly desexualised account of her faulty foo-foo is not offensive, unpleasant or boring. But it is weirdly pointless. Nice as it is to be in a show where you can eat gummy bears and take toilet breaks, this feels like adult daycare rather than theatre.
Until 27 August. Today 4:10pm.