The combination of cock and tits is the tamest of the scenarios that real-life phone sex operator Cameryn Moore recites during this production, and if even those words offended you then do not go to see this show. If you do, however, you will start out laughing during the above sequence and laugh progressively less as the hour goes on, either because you are justifiably uncomfortable or you don’t want to reveal yourself as that person who finds this stuff amusing or titillating. Moore is not an actress – for her theatre audience anyway – nor is she overtly engaging, but she is forthright. Almost clinical and perhaps tired. Wearing pajamas and making toast, Moore turns the stage into an installation piece of her living room; even though she commentates and even confesses to us, there is a distinct fishbowl effect. Phone Whore leaves you cold and a little violated when you realize you were the voyeur. 

Two and a half out of five stars.