The key word in this show's title (and its numerous linguistic variants) can't be printed in a family newspaper.
The basic situation it describes, however, is depressingly familiar: that stomach-tossing moment when you suddenly realise you've made a spectacularly awful mess of something, in either a personal or professional capacity.
The phenomenon of the epic fail is anatomised in excruciating detail in The Oh F**k Moment, a slice of participatory theatre that won a Fringe First at the Edinburgh Festival.
The facilitators, Chris Thorpe and poet Hannah Jane Walker, chair proceedings in a drably strip-lit committee room setting. Around them sits the “audience”, and on the table are random piles of scrawled-on post-its, marker pens and sheets of paper.
Audience members are invited to read out their own “Oh f**k” moments, and these provide the basis for the semi-scripted, semi-improvised examination of how we end up perpetrating our moments of major folly, some comical, some embarrassing, some ultimately tragic.