A beautiful mesh of diverse styles, Yellow Moon was one of the most impressive pieces of theatre I have seen at the Fringe. As evocative live music seeped from guitar and violin, we witnessed a tragic love story whose solemnity – at least at the beginning – was continually grounded by humour, as the play remained affecting without venturing into the pretentious.

Four Korean men dressed as babies is not something that you see every day. There was something insidiously disturbing about their costumes – leggings, boxer shorts with braces, cartoon t-shirts, bibs – and the occasionally suggestive action that was performed in them; fortunately, I don’t think this to be their usual attire.

Ink impressed me at first, with its eerie music and electric blue lighting. ‘Oooh, psychological thriller’, I thought, as I leaned forward to further the sense of immersion.

These are some the answers that the cast of 17 Things give in response to this central, perennial question, as they ruminate upon a broken-down tube; but the play is substantially more lighthearted than its pivot suggests. For the theme is merely a vehicle for its comedy – an excuse, almost, for lively, mass imaginings of each answer.