It's a bitterly cold Wednesday night down on Cardiff Bay, I'm in town to catch up with a one of my best pals and we are in desperate need of entertaining. The fluffy snow has been replaced with sleety rain... Continue Reading →
It’s a strange feeling to be truly gutted that a clown has had to cancel their Fringe run due to other commitments. Whilst also being genuinely dead chuffed that those ‘other commitments’ have led to back-to-back Emmy Nominations for one... 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 →
During lockdown I found myself scouring the internet for new clowns that could help fill the live comedy void, for example, on Twitter I discovered Alasdair Beckett-King and Josh Pugh who regularly posted short, but brilliantly crafted, clips that guaranteed... Continue Reading →
There is a memory from a past Fringe that will probably always stay with me. I was leaning against a barrel/table in the Assembly Gardens waiting for my mates to get back from the bar. I probably playing on my... Continue Reading →
