We’d fled the chaos of Pleasance Courtyard — not far, just down the hill to The Holyrood 9A and its frankly ridiculous gin selection (Rock Rose and Isle of Harris topped our highly scientific taste test, if you’re keeping score).... Continue Reading →
Don’t you just hate it when your own words come back to bite you in the arse? In our 2023 review of Troy Hawke we boldly declared: “Okay, we fully intended to stop writing anything about work-in-progress shows. We sort... 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 →
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 →
