It's lunchtime in Edinburgh towards the end of the Fringe. We were sitting in the Nightcap on York Place and I had just ordered my second Corpse Reviver No.2 (the absinthe was key). As I say, it was lunchtime, so... Continue Reading →
During lockdown I found myself scouring the internet for new clowns that could help fill the live comedy void, for example, on Twitter I discovered Alasdair Beckett-King and Josh Pugh who regularly posted short, but brilliantly crafted, clips that guaranteed... Continue Reading →
There is a memory from a past Fringe that will probably always stay with me. I was leaning against a barrel/table in the Assembly Gardens waiting for my mates to get back from the bar. I probably playing on my... Continue Reading →
