Edinburgh Fringe review: Simon Munnery Sings Søren Kierkegaard
There’s a reason why no one has ever tried to base a stand up show on the books and diaries of an early 19th century Danish philosopher: it’s a ludicrously hard thing to do, something that even Simon Munnery admits, saying that as comedy material goes it rates about 8.5 on the difficulty scale.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Adam Of The Riches
Trying to review Adam Riches’ insanely creative, confident, character-filled Fringe show is a bit like trying to nail fog to the Forth Bridge: it’s virtually impossible.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Jason Cook, Broken
Jason Cook is a broken man. He doesn’t look broken – a bit tired, perhaps – but he repeatedly assures us that he is.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Matt Forde, 24 Hour Political Party People
These are relatively lean times for political comedians. The three main parties dance on a pin in the centre ground; the party leaders are beige, bland and boring; the loony left exited stage left and UKIP’s lunatic fringe are on silent. Not the most propitious of circumstance for Matt Forde to find an hour of comedy gold.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Sean McLoughlin, I Will Prevail
This is important. Don’t waste time reading the whole review. All you have to do is be at the Laughing Horse @ Espionage at 5.00pm for the angriest, most aggressive, angst-ridden, cynical, confessional, self-abusive and self-deprecating hour of comedy you’ll ever laugh through.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Seymour Mace presents Questionable Time
Panel shows can often thrive or fail based on the quality of its guests, but in the case of Questionable Time, it’s the charming Seymour Mace that guarantees that this show will always bring the laughs.
Edinburgh Fringe review: John Robertson, A Nifty History of Evil
Performing in what he describes as ‘a cupboard’, a packed, oversold audience gets up-close and personal with the manic, intense and irrepressible John Robertson.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Harriet Dyer, Barking At Aeroplanes
Despite the single digit crowd, there’s a pleasant atmosphere in Bar 50 as the few punters here tonight hang on Harriet Dyer’s every word.
