Over the past few years, we have found ourselves mining the Scandi comedy caves like gold-obsessed prospectors from 1848. From the genius of Ari Eldjárn's Eagle Fire Iron to the abstract absurdity of Hugleikur Dagsson's No Idea, these clowns have always delivered. So, when... Continue Reading →
Full disclosure: we’d fallen asleep. In our defence, the day had started at the airport at 6am, with several drinks, an epic WiP from Huge Davies, and far too much sun. Thankfully, a cheery black cab saved the day, whisking... Continue Reading →
It’s a curious thing, standing in a queue for a club night with a crowd of comedy fans. The main chat? The queue’s too long and why are we not getting in at the time listed in the programme? For... Continue Reading →
“Ya die! Ya die! Ya die! YA DIE!” Normally, if hundreds of people are screaming this at you while pointing accusingly, you’ve had a very bad night. But in The Dark Room, the rules are gloriously different. As the lights go... Continue Reading →
So, funny story: we originally had tickets to see this musical clown at the Brighton Fringe, but thanks to a string of fairly bizarre circumstances we couldn’t make it. Instead, we dispatched a Spanish pal in our place, who bravely... Continue Reading →
Forget Oasis – this was the gig we absolutely had to catch this year. Over the years, we’ve had the privilege of watching clowns transition from their very first Edinburgh shows to levels of fame and fortune they probably couldn’t... Continue Reading →
