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 →
A few years ago, I took a friend of mine to see Carl Donnelly for his first ever Fringe stand-up show. Since that day, he has become something of an uber-fan—attending gigs, subscribing to the podcast, going to live recordings,... Continue Reading →
One of my favourite things about hitting Vault Festival on a Sunday is the fact that the entire venue seemingly comes out of nowhere. One minute you are in a dead part of London with very little going on then... Continue Reading →
Carl Donnelly has quickly become a clown that I will always try to catch at the Fringe. I first came across him for the most ridiculous of reasons, we were going through the program whilst impressively drunk and I saw... Continue Reading →
