Many people have formed a band at some point in their lives.
Usually that happens after they've spent some time listening to the Beatles, the Velvet Underground, Nirvana or the Stone Roses.
Rosie Wilby appears to have done just this with her mid-'90s Britpop group Wilby, an admirable and brave venture.
Rubbing shoulders and swapping members - and apparently partners - with Elastica and their ilk, the band made only the slightest of dents on the musical world.
That's a fact that Wilby is not ashamed to share in her candid show about her adventures as a journalist for the now defunct Making Music magazine and subsequently as lead singer and founder of Wilby.
Peppered with excerpts from her long-running diary, press clipping and her own compositions, this is an unambitious gargle through the last 10 years of her life.
On paper this seems like a sweet and warm concept for a show, and one ripe for mining comic material, but her script, timing and general deameanour are sadly low calibre.
It seems that very little actually happened in the process of this band's modest rise and tragic collapse - the closest to rock'n'roll excess the band seem to have achieved is sleeping with each other and then disbanding while selling no records.
And while Wilby does have a sweet and well-pitched voice, her guitar playing is simply not up to muster.
Either she has forgotten what happened back in the day - admittedly very likely - or she simply missed the fun and is trying to make up for it by retelling feeble tales of the good times.
Expect to find more entertaining and authentic narratives from the soaks and Alice Cooper lookalikes propping up bars near any music venue near you.