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 →
‘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 →
It's lunchtime in Edinburgh towards the end of the Fringe. We were sitting in the Nightcap on York Place and I had just ordered my second Corpse Reviver No.2 (the absinthe was key). As I say, it was lunchtime, so... Continue Reading →
The last time that I had ventured to Dalston had been a trip to a sweat box, dropping club in the basement of a convenience store. It had been a fun night but not one that I have been tempted... Continue Reading →
And the future leader of the Clown Party and our next Prime Minister is... Why does this man not run for government? I am not a particularly politically minded person but this clown makes me think, challenges my attitudes and... Continue Reading →
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