There is a real novelty in wandering into a nightclub during the day: it's never a space that is meant to be enjoyed by sober eyes, and not with all the lights on. On this occasion there is also a... 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 →
It’s a curious thing, standing in a queue for a club night with a crowd of comedy fans. The main chat? The queue’s too long and why are we not getting in at the time listed in the programme? For... Continue Reading →
“Ya die! Ya die! Ya die! YA DIE!” Normally, if hundreds of people are screaming this at you while pointing accusingly, you’ve had a very bad night. But in The Dark Room, the rules are gloriously different. As the lights go... 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 →
‘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 →
