The Assassination of Paris Hilton

This short and snappy eavesdropping session is as much about the insecurities and love-hate friendships of five young women as it is about their feelings towards the vacuous heiress of its title.

The half-hour show is staged in the ladies' toilets at the Assembly Rooms, bringing the audience so close to the action that they can almost smell the vodka, vomit, and desperation.

Megan Ford's script certainly has an authentic ring to it - depressingly, this feels more like documentary than satire - but its structure is somewhat unsatisfying, with the most interesting trio of characters breezing in and out without much dramatic purpose.

While it provides little by way of fresh insight into celebrity hero-worship by women with little joy in their lives, this is a very entertaining 30 minutes, and the convincing performances (particularly that of Alison O'Donnell as the eager-to-please Maggie and Janet Lawson as busty bitch Lauren) are a delight.

You could probably stumble on similarly amusing scenes in any celebrity-haunted nightclub in the world - but you'd get a mouthful if you loitered in a stall gawping at them in the mirrors.