I don’t think anyone can ever truly explain why social media algorithms decide to drop certain performers into your life. Sure, we all understand the theory behind the so-called “dark art” – watch one clip and suddenly you’re fed ten... Continue Reading →
I know, I know – we weren’t supposed to be back here yet. We literally said in our last Castle comedy review that we’d return in December. But here’s what happened… It snowed. It frickin’ snowed. AND we’d spent the... Continue Reading →
This evening’s story actually started a few months ago, with a simple text from a pal: “Hey mate, just seen this poster — I think Carl Donnelly is playing my local!?!” Yes, that Carl Donnelly. The one we recently dubbed... Continue Reading →
Well, this is an absolute treat. We’re sat under the tarpaulin roof of The Unicorn Bar, drinks in hand, sunshine streaming through, and it’s the last day of this year’s Edinburgh Fringe. But that lovely scene isn’t the treat I’m... Continue Reading →
It’s the final day of the Fringe and we’re sat in Assembly Gardens. I’ve just helped the bar “tidy up” the last of its Zubrowka, and we’ve bumped into a journo pal who – bafflingly – has picked today as... 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 →
Ev-ree-bod-ee, everybody in the house of… gin? Okay, so that isn’t quite right, but hopefully, my incredibly dated music reference gives you some idea of just how much time I’ve spent in Walthamstow. I always get a little sceptical when... Continue Reading →
