Don't Worry Guys It's Sarah Campbell

There is nothing more to do. That's the proposition from the wired, funny and painfully honest Sarah Campbell, and it seems like her audiences are finding it hard to get on board with that idea. She can back it up however. Just look at the Weekend Guardian with its 'Do Something' supplement and its extortions to participate in various contrived and niche pursuits, of which Campbell had some ludicrous—fictionalised—examples. Surely that is the clarion cry that we have run out of meaningful activities?

The 30-year-old is already starting from a low base. Her daily routine inspires nausea, she begins to see how eternal life would be a drag and she cannot abide by the constant newsfeed carpe diem spewed out by social media. The joy of being joyless is a hard sell, but Campbell toils towards it, treading a fine line between bursting other people's bubbles and being a total buzz-kill. Her alternative New Year update on Facebook is a case in point, a catalogue of misfortune we are invited to savour.

For some of the show, this "Monday crowd" give the impression that they are either in a heat stupor—quite possible in this venue—or that the volley of nausea and existential angst aimed at them is just too much. At the end of the show, however, they awake to receive it generously. They made Campbell work for it, and this told in the delivery at times, but despite the huffing and puffing Campbell's perspective and wit prevail.