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 →
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 →
A few years ago, I took a friend of mine to see Carl Donnelly for his first ever Fringe stand-up show. Since that day, he has become something of an uber-fan—attending gigs, subscribing to the podcast, going to live recordings,... Continue Reading →
