If Oral B was in my mouth, then what the fuck was in Oral A?

This is just one of the verbal gems that effortlessly flowed from the lips of Claire Healy, whose quirky ginger bob and expressive face never seemed to stay very still. Whether it's a ukulele, piano accordion or glass of gin in hand, she was like the Little Engine That Could. She certainly is no quitter, even with a hard to please matinee audience that did not seem to have any discernible demographic, nor much of an interest in partaking in her unique show.

While involving choice members can be a successful ploy for reeling in the sleepy slouchers in the nosebleed section, when a Burnside mum steals the show by not being able to back-up sing for you in time, you know you're in trouble.

Despite the catchy melodies laced with witty sentiments, Healy fell inexplicably short of the mark. There is a lot of potential for a great show hidden among the quiet moments of Impure Thoughts that just needed that bit more polish. Things like the Impurity Pledge were great, but the song about the husband's credit card and alleged suspicious activities could be done without.

"Bicycle Face" is the catchiest and perhaps funniest tune of the show, and the layered meaning and the story behind it is precisely what the artist should cultivate consistently throughout the performance.

Impure Thoughts has a little more bark than bite. It really isn't all that impure or obscene. In fact, it's rather tame compared to the majority of cabaret shows in Fringe any given year.

Overall, this is a humble and sweetly-performed show demonstrating great musical skill and witty song writing about a variety of issues facing a twenty-something woman out and about in the world. From the art of love-making, internet stalking and skill vs size, this is a show you can safely take your grandmother to if she wants to feel a little spicy for one night.