This may well be the hardest review that I write this year. I genuinely adore Andrew Lawrence - I remember when he had floppy hair and was playing gigs with a guitar singing about a “poor little ginger boy”. He... Continue Reading →
I have to admit right off the bat that I am a little biased when it comes to Mae Martin. I was in the judge’s room at the New Act of the Year Awards when they passed her over and... Continue Reading →
My parents (both 60’s) recently attended their first ever Edinburgh Fringe and my mum asked me if there was anyone that they should see… The name “Andrew Maxwell” was leaving my mouth before she had finished her question. To refer... Continue Reading →
