As the bright evening sun glistened across the stage, the four of us sat on our stools, mixed drinks in hand and wondered why we had never seen comedy in this place before. Where were we you ask, Honolulu? Havana?... 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 →
I swear we didn’t pick this show because of the poster. I know we’ve been guilty of that at the Fringe (totally justified, by the way), but this time, that was not the case… That said, is this not one... Continue Reading →
London gets cold this time of year: the darkness falls fast and there is an extra bite to the wind. You begin to notice these things far more when you are stood outside a venue, that you can’t get into,... Continue Reading →
King's Cross may be the worst meeting place in rush-hour London. Every Tube heading there is more sardine can than mode of transport, and the local bars aren't much better. But with pals coming in from Essex, Mayfair, and Harrow,... Continue Reading →
‘Twas the final day of the Fringe, when all through the townNot a creature was stirring, not even a clown... Yes, that was an unnecessarily dramatic opening, but I’m honestly never sure how to describe the actual 'final day of... Continue Reading →
