Kate Copstick

Arose might be a rose might be a rose, according to Gertrude Stein, but in the Fringe Programme, Gertrude would surely have gone with Aaaaaaaaaaargh Crazy F*cking Rose is a Pornstarrose is a Fivestar Rose. Coming up with a genius title is a big part of Edinburgh success, especially in the comedy section. Although I do remember a student theatre show called Poo Shame, Vagina Curiosity and Other Things That Won’t Kill You. Generally, though, choosing from the other sections is like speed dating but trawling the comedy section for fun is a pick-up joint experience.

Given that indigent performers are obliged to meet the earlybird Fringe Programme deadline in mid-march, almost everyone registers their title before they have written their show. In the case of Malcolm Hardee’s award-winning Come Look At The Baby last year, that wasn’t a problem because all you did was come and look at a baby. A good Ronseal title show can be a great thing, the apotheosis of the genre being Peter Buckley Hill and Some Comedians. But not everyone has that confidence.

This year, Glenn Moore has plunged deep into surreal tangential title territory with