Here for last year’s Fringe with a show entitled Skeletons, you could be forgiven for noticing a medical theme running through her work with a new show entitled Corpse, particularly when Kirsty Mann is a practicing doctor when not treading the boards with her comical brand of storytelling. But apart from explaining the legal ritual a doctor must undergo to declare a person legally deceased, which she somehow makes entertaining, Kirsty mercifully steers clear of filling her routine with medical jargon.

Her story this time begins from the more commonplace experience of a young couple buying a house together, and the gradual realisation that the house they have chosen was cheap for a reason. Her husband, who is also a medical professional, is away much of the time with work, so Kirsty is left to deal with the problems that unfold.

To a sellout room on a Wednesday night, Kirsty keeps us wanting to hear what happened next. We are sworn to secrecy about not telling anyone about what transpires, lest it bring her more trouble. It is enough to say that the doctor keeps her audience in stitches as her story unfolds.

Billed as Comedy /Storytelling last year, it is appropriate that this year Kirsty Mann is billed as Theatre/Comedy. This is not standup. This is an impressive hour long monologue which in other venues might be called Theatre. It just happens to be so damn funny!

The sound effects – the odd explosion and a bit of repetitive thunder – are too loud for the size of the room and become annoying. A few recorded song excerpts do not really add much to the theatre of her story. Perhaps her accents when quoting the hired help are not entirely accurate.

But Kirsty Mann exudes enthusiasm for her story, and we always want to know what happens next. There are twists along the way, but I was certainly among those lulled into not expecting the punchline.

Seeing Corpse is medically recommended as being good for your health!