I Know What You're Thinking and I Still Like You The Space Sunday, September 12

THIS year's Fringe Festival was a fine one for home-grown theatre, as Harriet Banks and Rosie Mason's witty two woman show, I Know What You're Thinking and I Still Like You, proved last Sunday.

Offering light and joyous relief after the relentless satirical bite of Popcorn, I Know What You're Thinking was a sublimely daft yet very serious look at the nature of competition and jealousy. Its two characters, stuck atop wooden turrets with typewriters, are attempting to write something - it is not made clear what - and are failing miserably, so resort to all sorts of tomfoolery to distract themselves from the issue at hand.

Superbly played by Harriet Banks, whose comic contortions were a joy to watch, and Rosie Mason, a stern faced straight foil par excellence, the show was fully in love with language.

The two stars revelled in it just as much as they revelled in the water pistol fights, the blanket-wearing and the delicious, gurning lunacy that the play often broke into.

Full of thought-provoking belly laughs, I Know What You're Thinking and I Still Like You came across like a genetic splice of the best of Samuel Beckett and the funniest Laurel and Hardy single reelers.

This show really should end up at the Edinburgh Festival.