Scarborough

A small audience shuffles into a cramped bedroom and stands awkwardly along the four walls. Twin pink lampshades, a tatty white basin and a dressing table rest on a beige carpet. Peeling floral wallpaper glares. All eyes, however, are on the bed where a skinny teenage boy and a full, buxom woman perch.

Scarborough is set in a B&B, where Lauren and Daz – teacher and pupil – are enjoying their sex-fuelled affair. After the runaway success of Notes on a Scandal, underage sex is very much in vogue but writer Fiona Evans makes only a modest mark on this trend. The intimate setting allows us to share the cramped thrill of their dirty weekend - the inferno of bravery, excitement and intermittent boredom.

A gangly James Baxter is particularly good as he gathers up all the charm and naivety of youthful love only to hurtle these ingredients into his performance, creating a character who crumbles from a cocky, confident man to a vulnerable boy calling out for home. However, the novel set and entertaining acting are not enough to redeem the shallow script. Amusing it may be, but the profound consequences and moral questions of teacher-student relations are never elaborated on. Scarborough has potential: but, sadly, this goes undeveloped.