Crash (Traverse, Edinburgh)

Are bankers, stock market traders and dealers the new tragic victims of the financial system? Do you feel remotely sorry for the dishonesty and corruption of Tom Hayes – jailed last week for 14 years for rigging the global Libor rate – on the grounds that he's part of larger systematic practice?

Andy Duffy loads the question two ways in his monologue, performed in subdued grey suit and brow-furrowed manner by Jamie Michie, by not levelling any charges of wrong-doing against the unnamed banker and by giving him a dourly unfortunate private life.

His first wife died in a car crash just as the banking crisis kicks in eight years ago. Are these events by any chance related? "That guy trades like he drives": recklessness, we are therefore invited to assume, characterises the banker and the husband.

His second wife is a curious and unlikely amalgam of bookworm, hippie and gold-digger. They meet in a meditation class and in a flash of sexist revelation, the banker would like her to dress down: "A burka would be ideal."

Michie plays the role as if appearing on Mastermind: Emma Callender's production (no design credit) is set on a shiny black floor with a big black leather office chair which the actor sits in for half of the short 55 minutes.

It's a sort of Alan Bennett Talking Heads piece without the humour, wit or piercing social commentary. One line does resonate, though, when the banker says that our nervous system hasn't evolved to cope with the stock market.

Crash continues at the Traverse until 30 August