It’s interesting to watch a show that clearly started from a conceit that gets so quickly forgotten about. Alison Spittle’s new show is called Soup, and as such does begin with, admittedly, more soup material than I’ve seen from any other comedian since Victoria Woods. There’s a lot of good work in it, from the soup sharing WhatsApp group to the ascribing personality types to your favourite flavour of soup. The show somewhat spirals out from there, which isn’t particularly a problem, but it seems like a lot of work has gone into a theme only for it to be abandoned. Towards the end, Spittle - entirely fairly, this is an Edinburgh preview in July after all - is grasping for a good, succinct way of distilling the meaning of the show she intended into a tidy conclusion. One feels that there lies the opportunity to bring the soup theme full circle in a satisfying way. But that’s the director in me talking. I wouldn’t normally describe this as being a problem, but as she calls it out, it’s there to notice. Still, it’s a funny show with a lot of potential, and I’m sure by the end of the Fringe, there’ll be something to it.