We’re very aware that this review is late. So very, very late. If we had a proper editor (and I always imagine J.K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson when I say that), he’d have been screaming at us for over... 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 →
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 →
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 →
