My Romantic History

If you don't hoot with laughter at DC Jackson's vitriolic tirades against the people who make modern life so insufferable, there's a good chance you're one of them.

The creator of The Wall and The Ducky has shifted his focus from youth to adulthood, taking a view of lukewarm liaisons that initially appears super-cynical but is gradually revealed to be as soft-centred as they come.

Some of the targets – such as smug gap-year bores and snobs without TVs – are familiar, but the way in which they are skewered with casual one-liners is incredibly satisfying, and the more obscure observations hit their marks with devastating accuracy.

Tom and Amy are not sassy sitcom characters, but an everyman and woman who share your contempt for colleagues with unthreateningly ethnic hobbies and sunny dispositions. Is it just a delicious coincidence that a Mooncup evangelist has left her mark in the ladies' toilet at the Traverse?

This is not just a very funny romantic comedy but also a culturally significant snapshot of a moment in time when young people with disappointing lives feel short-changed by the present and prematurely nostalgic about the not-too-distant past.

It's an odd state of affairs when the latest and greatest play by one of Scotland's best writers is at the Fringe courtesy of three English companies, but the creative team led by director Lyndsey Turner has produced a polished gem of a production with a dazzling interactive office set.

Iain Robertson and Alison O'Donnell are on terrific form as the accidental romantic leads, while Rosalind Sydney provides strong yet understated support as countless peripheral characters then goes for broke in the closing minutes with a hilarious, quick-fire turn as the ghosts of relationships past.

The production is headed back down south after the Fringe, but by way of consolation Scotland will be treated to The Chooky Brae, the concluding part of Jackson's Stewarton trilogy, hot on its heels.