‘In The Black’ (Stephenson Theatre at TheSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall, until AUG 23 – not AUG 10 or 17)

“Degraft’s snappy verbal delivery makes strong use of vivid comic irony to show how American society can be too geared up for stereotypes which can inflict roles on us all.”

Editorial Rating: 4 Stars (Nae Bad)

Quaz Degraft describes his show as “a dark comedy solo play about an ambitious Black accountant fighting for a seat at the table in the high-stakes world of Wall Street”. Presented in a light and lively style, Degraft plays a first-generation immigrant Ghanaian kid called Kofi whose traditional and ruthlessly ambitious father uses his belt to drive his son into the “respectable” profession of accountancy. The parental idea of the key to the American dream is to acquire qualification as a Certified Public Accountant (CPA).

The fact that the play opens and closes with Kofi in the fluorescent orange jumpsuit of a Federal Prison inmate is a vivid indicator of how the American Dream can turn into a nightmare. It’s a story about a search for identity as much as success, but from what Kofi’s family can see of life in New York City, financial success is identity.

However, the street culture of New York offers too many tempting distractions for the young Kofi that pull him away from the direction in which his father points. Degraft’s snappy verbal delivery makes strong use of vivid comic irony to show how American society can be too geared up for stereotypes which can inflict roles on us all. But is the system of huge corporate behemoths in the city’s financial district designed to admit kids like Kofi? He is working class as well as black – will those two things make him too much of an outsider? Will getting a CPA license solve his problems?

Dressing himself in the uniform of his target profession – a suit – Kofi talks his way into an entry-level position that he hopes will lead him to becoming “the (pre-slap) Will Smith of Wall Street”. But as this pacy drama quickly reveals, the rarified atmosphere of high finance has as many pitfalls as life at street level; and it’s not just white-collar crime that’s committed by the masters of the universe in their plate-glass corner offices.

This engaging one-man drama offers its audience two contemporary themes: that of the immigrant experience of finding a way to be admitted into a new culture; and the shock of toxic cultures that outsiders can experience once doors are opened to let them in.

Well worth a look, but the Stephenson Theatre in TheSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall is a small, intimate venue and seats will only get harder to come by. The show runs for most of August, but don’t leave it too long to grab a ticket.

 


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‘Supermarket 86′ (Stephenson Theatre at TheSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall, until AUG 23 – not AUG 10 or 17)

“Mia Pelosi’s wryly witty script dances between sarcastic wisecracking and angst-ridden emotion.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Set in a supermarket in upstate New York, this character-driven comic drama explores the lives of five young women who find themselves trapped there overnight due to a blizzard. As the evening develops, awkward conversations and unexpected revelations reveal that they all know each other. Mia Pelosi’s wryly witty script dances between sarcastic wisecracking and angst-ridden emotion, whilst Ellie Aslanian’s direction presents us with a tight, pacy, well-structured production in the Stephenson Theatre: a small, intimate black-box studio in TheSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall.

Pelosi also plays the feisty manager of the supermarket, whose dull night shift is transformed by the arrival of four customers blown in by the storm outside. The first to arrive is Dove, a quiet, waif-like and seemingly reserved young woman; well wrapped-up against the harsh weather, she dismisses Rose’s offers of assistance. Then, Summer, a cheerful regular customer with a sweet tooth who has struck up a friendship with Rose, pops in for a chat. Next, June, a bubbly child-woman, bounces in seeking the Vegan Aisle. So far, so mysterious; but there is a sudden frisson when the statuesque Peyton arrives and there is a shock of recognition from Rose.

At this point, a brief power cut heralds the suspension of normal life and Rose invites her customers to shelter in the store overnight. As the women reluctantly settle in for the inevitable forced socialising that the circumstances demand, one mischievously suggests a game of Truth or Dare as a way to get to know each other. No plot spoilers here, but as the evening progresses, they all realise that, for various reasons, they have shared backgrounds involving high school, college, and quite a lot of sex. This situation of young women being trapped in the equivalent of a confessional adolescent sleepover quickly breaks down the psychological inhibitions of adulthood with embarrassingly revealing consequences and a number of laugh-out-loud moments.

Even as the game ends, the dramatic energy released by the exposed secrets drives a spiralling dynamic of seething emotion and dark humour as ex-high school peers are forced to reconfront the unresolved flings and mistakes of their teenage years. As a 66 year-old male reviewer, I’m always intrigued to glimpse insights into the female psyche offered by shows such as this. Were I in any doubt about the veracity of those on offer here, it was quickly dispelled by the shrieks of laughter from women around me in the audience. (Us guys loved it all, too.)

June’s childlike artlessness – hilariously conveyed by Ariana Perez’s wide-eyed exuberance and comically mobile face – is shown to be a mask for her character’s desperate search for an identity in life (currently veganism). Megan Higley subtly reveals the enigmatic Dove to be a case of still waters running very deep. Caitlin Kresta engagingly shows the uptight Peyton gradually lowering her guardrail and facing up to the fallout from her past. Jamilah Rosemond presents Summer as a deceptively knowing and shrewd young woman, bemused by her strange new companions, whilst probably being the most based person in the room. As Rose, Mia Pelosi is the driving force of the action and the humour, both with the group and in a couple of revealing private conversations with two of her unexpected visitors.

In a Fringe theatre list increasingly dominated by single-handed shows and knockabout comedies, this penetrating and nuanced comic ensemble piece is a welcome breath of fresh air. It runs until 23rd August, but in a relatively small auditorium tickets will sell out quickly, so get yours booked early!


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‘Hold On To Your Butts’ (Pleasance Courtyard, until AUG 25 – not AUG 7 or 18)

“Theatrical spoofs of movie classics are all the rage these days and the New York-based theatre company Recent Cutbacks has a gem running at the Pleasance Courtyard (Venue 33) this summer. “

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Theatrical spoofs of movie classics are all the rage these days and the New York-based theatre company Recent Cutbacks has a gem running at the Pleasance Courtyard (Venue 33) this summer. The company specialises in fast-paced “lo-fi” shot-for-shot parodies of classic movies. These are performed by a very small troupe of actors making frantic use of props, back projection, mime, and knockabout physical theatre to create a hilarious take on some of cinema’s greatest blockbusters of recent decades. The comic mayhem is enhanced by an on-stage Foley Artist (that’s a Hollywood term for a sound-effects specialist) who sits at a desk with a laptop, a microphone, and a huge selection of musical instruments, sandboxes, crinkly paper, a cutlery drawer, and other noise-making thingumajigs to titillate your ears.

Hold On To Your Butts (Forth @ Pleasance Courtyard) is a spoof of the first Jurassic Park movie of 1993. The action-packed tale of a dinosaur safari park visit that goes horrifically wrong is staged at velociraptor speed, with the gory bits delivered in such a slapstick style as to have the audience laughing in recognition. This is very much a show for kids (Over 8s) as well as adults, as the children in the audience enjoy the pantomimic quality of the show without needing to have seen the film.

The stars of the movie – the dinosaurs – are portrayed in a laugh-out-loud style, making much ironically improvised use of physical posturing, madly inappropriate props, and bizarre costumery. Other standout moments include the hilarious impressions of the languid drawl of Jeff Goldblum’s quizzical chaos theorist and the gruff cynicism of Sam Neill’s gung-ho palaeontologist. Movie nerds will also love the low-fi recreation of iconic close-up shots from the film using hand-held picture frames and flashlights, several of which drew appreciative rounds of applause.

All of the most memorable key scenes from the movie are mercilessly parodied. One stand-out is the famous episode of the T. Rex attacking the lawyer as he sits in a toilet cubicle having abandoned the kids. I’m sure the cheers for that scene had as much to do with seeing a lawyer get his come-uppance as well as for the artistic creativity.

This show – along with Fly, You Fools! (a similar treatment of the Lord of the Rings movies by Recent Cutbacks) later in the afternoon in Beyond @ Pleasance Courtyard – runs at the Pleasance Courtyard until 25th August (not 7th or 18th), so book early as I suspect these will be two of the hottest tickets in town.

 


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‘Smile: The Story of Charlie Chaplin’ (Pleasance Below, until AUG 25 – not AUG 13)

“Cole’s performance wrings every ounce of humour and pathos from the story.”

Editorial Rating:  4  Stars (Nae Bad)

As a massive Chaplin fan, this one-man tribute to one of the world’s greatest entertainers leapt out at me from the poster. I’m pleased to say it didn’t disappoint.

Marcel Cole is a talented actor, dancer, and mime artist who puts all of his physical skills to work in this highly visual and engaging show. Tracking Chaplin’s career from birth in the slums of Victorian London to international superstardom via Hollywood, Cole’s performance wrings every ounce of humour and pathos from the story. Bearing much more than a passing resemblance to his subject – especially in his familiar guise as “the tramp” – Cole is much more than a mere impersonator. Every movement and mannerism evokes the presence of the master comedian.

The early part of the show, which establishes Chaplin’s formative years in the silent movie era, necessarily depends strongly on creative and entertaining use of mime. Cole’s elastic face and expressive gestures quickly connect with the audience. Then, with the arrival of the talkies, both Chaplin and Cole find their voice, adding verbal humour to the visual. One way in which Cole is even able to improve upon his subject’s act is by getting some members of his audience to participate. Chaplin famously broke “the fourth wall” in his films by looking directly at the camera; Cole goes a stage further by inviting volunteers on stage (and not just from the front row!) to help him enact short scenes from his life and works. Under Cole’s politely subtle direction, a lady and three gentlemen took turns to re-enact scenes from Chaplin’s biography and works such as ‘The Gold Rush’ and ‘The Great Dictator’, even involving a chase around the auditorium at one stage.

One criticism often levelled at Chaplin’s work was his tendency to include too much tragedy as a counterpoint to the slapstick. Cole wisely avoids this, steering clear of overdoing the pathos: it’s there, but a smile is rarely too far away. Nor does the show shy away from Chaplin’s political views, which were rather radical for Hollywood in his day. His film The Great Dictator is featured, convincingly recreating its biting satire of Hitler, but Cole goes above and beyond Chaplin’s critique, wryly situating it within the wider scope of global politics in the 1950s.

Performed in Pleasance Below, a small to medium-sized space at Pleasance Courtyard, the production shows what magic can be created with imaginative use of film clips, sound effects, screen captions, quick costume changes, and the sheer physicality of Cole’s performance. Most of the audience were on their feet to give rapturous applause at the end of the show.

My only minor quibble would be that the first ten minutes of the performance I saw maybe wasn’t quite as slick as it could have been, with the pace and the changes of focus being perhaps a little on the slow side. But it’s still early in the show’s run and I’m sure this will improve; in any case, later in the show things soon pick up speed, when changes of mood provide much light and shade. The show runs for the full length of the Fringe and is well worth a look – and not just if you’re a Chaplin fan.


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‘Lydia Bennett Works In Finance’ (Ivy Studio in Greenside @ George Street, until AUG 23 – not AUG 10 or 17)

“Laugh-out-loud lines such as ‘He couldn’t find my clit if he used a flashlight and a bloodhound!’ are an indicator that this play is not suitable for GCSE revision. “

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Fans of classic fiction will recognise the name of the eponymous heroine of this acerbically funny comedy as the youngest of the five sisters in Jane Austen’s masterpiece Pride and Prejudice. In this sassily updated reinvention, writer and performer Trelawny Kean presents us with a feisty present-day version of Lydia as a high-maintenance drama queen who finds herself homeless and unemployed after walking out on George Wickham.

In the source novel, Lydia is described as “silly, vain, and absolutely uncontrolled” as well as “wild, noisy and fearless”. The modern Lydia presented by Kean is very much in this mould, but don’t worry if you’re not familiar with the book. The pacy style of the show could be described as something along the lines of Jane Austen meets Bridget Jones and is very enjoyable on its own terms as a comic account of the life of a modern girl who always seems to be a footnote in someone else’s love story.

The second half of the show’s title helps to emphasise the production’s contemporary vibe by echoing the song (I’m Looking For A) Man In Finance by Girl On A Couch (Megan Boni) which was a viral TikTok hit in summer 2024. An engaging juxtaposition of past and present is loudly evoked as Lydia in 2024 plays the song on her phone and Kean energetically gyrates to the amplified beat; the modern lyrics reflecting Austen’s 200 year-old concerns about single women who complain about their relationship status whilst having unrealistic expectations of men.

Performed single-handedly with two giant suitcases and their contents as set, props, and costume, Kean makes ideal casting for a one-woman show in the intimate black-box Ivy Studio in Greenside @ George Street. Seen at close quarters, her comically mobile face vividly conveys expressions ranging from manic frustration to Machiavellian cunning as the needy Lydia attempts to manipulate family and friends via her ever-present mobile phone.

There are laughs a-plenty in the dialogue, though it’s worth noting that the age guideline is 16+. Laugh-out-loud lines such as “He couldn’t find my clit if he used a flashlight and a bloodhound!” are an indicator that this play is not suitable for GCSE revision.

This is an absolute gem of a show that will be running for most of this month, but seating in this small studio venue is limited, so book early.

 


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‘Fly, You Fools!’ (Beyond @ Pleasance Courtyard, until AUG 25 – not AUG 7 or 18)

“As an obvious spoof (of Lord of the Rings), the melodramatic action and pastiche dialogue presented by the cast draw gales of laughter from the audience.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Hot on the heels of Hold On To Your Butts at the same venue (see my earlier review) the New York-based theatre company Recent Cutbacks have another hit on their hands with a matching piece of comic theatrical spoofery of a relatively recent movie classic, Lord of the Rings.

Once again, the company presents a fast-paced “lo-fi” scene-for-scene parody, this time of Peter Jackson’s blockbuster, performed by a small troupe of three actors making frantic use of DIY props, back projection, shadow puppetry, mime, and knockabout physical theatre to create a hilarious take on the epic fantasy adventure. The comic mayhem is enhanced by an on-stage Foley Artist (that’s a Hollywood term for a sound-effects creator) who sits at a desk stage right with a laptop, a microphone, and a huge selection of musical instruments, sandboxes, crinkly paper, a cutlery drawer, and other assorted noise-making thingumajigs with which to enhance the tomfoolery.

The company create a vivid sense of the gothic sword-and-sorcery ambience of the movie as a backdrop to their merciless satire of the Tokien universe. The opportunities for parody are particularly good verbally as well as visually in this show, with much tongue-in-cheek pastiche of the portentous tone of Tolkien’s language and the apocalyptic register in which his lines are delivered by some of the grandiose actors who play his characters: yes, I mean you, Sir Ian McKellen (think: “Morrr-dorrr!”). Fans of the film will revel in recognising the parodic spoofs of key scenes, whist those unfamiliar with the source work and even young children (Over 8s) will enjoy the knockabout action and silly posturing of actors doing comic impressions of orcs, elves, dwarves, and wizards.
As an obvious spoof, the melodramatic action and pastiche dialogue presented by the cast draw gales of laughter from the audience. But it occurred to me whilst watching the show, that the sheer inventiveness of the physical theatre and the imaginative use of mime and suggestion by the cast – even if done straight-faced – could well have brought a theatrical adaptation of the book to the stage 40 years ago, when such a thing was thought impossible. However, there is nothing straight-faced about this laugh-out-loud romp through Middle Earth – I’ll never be able to read the novel again without giggling.

Like its co-production Hold On To Your Butts, this show runs at the Pleasance Courtyard (though in the Pleasance Beyond auditorium) until 25th August (not 7th or 18th), so book early as I suspect it will be yet another of the hottest tickets in town.

 


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‘Murmuration’ (Mint Studio in Greenside @ George Square, until AUG 16 – not AUG 10)

“A subtle and nuanced show; more storytelling than stand-up.”

Editorial Rating: 3 Stars (Nae Bad)

The comedian Steve Vertigo’s posters and flyers for this show promise “A sharp avian romp starring AI, me and 38,000 starlings”. Maybe my imagination flew off on a flight of fancy in response to this, but the technological wizardry that this implied to me did not materialise. Vertigo’s one-man show consists of a comic monologue delivered by the man himself, flapping his arms whilst dressed in a suggestion of avian costume. No distractions are offered in the small, setless black-box Mint Studio in Greenside @ George Street.

Vertigo is one of those comics who come from a long and honourable northern tradition of slightly lugubrious characters with a deadpan style of delivery. But there is more to this lanky, cloth-capped humourist than meets the eye. A former Rave DJ and Computer Games Design teacher, he is described in his own publicity as a “gangly idiot” known for his “daft and surreal story-telling…Jackanory on drugs”.

There is some engaging observational humour on the subject of technology at the beginning of the show, as Vertigo riffs on the way in which very expensive modern gadgetry – fitbits, Apple watches, Alexa – manipulate our lives rather than serve us. There were ripples of knowing laughter as he told a story (which sounded all too true) about how his doorbell camera once locked him out of his own house when he couldn’t answer the security questions.

Whilst his act could not honestly be described as laugh-out-loud funny, there is a gently quirky and offbeat humour at work here: just as one might encounter when accidentally wandering into some forgotten backstreet pub in an industrial town and finding yourself standing at the bar, being engaged in conversation by the local eccentric.

As the show’s title suggests, Vertigo has a fascination for the swirling clouds of thousands of birds that sometimes swarm in the skies above towns where large numbers of starlings roost. Engaged and spoken to by one of these avian acrobats, Vertigo heads cloudward to give a surreal birds-eye view of the left-field side of life.

This is a subtle and nuanced show; more storytelling than stand-up. But for those who like their comedy understated and ethereal, it is an agreeable enough way to spend 50 minutes in mid-afternoon, rather like listening to a live recording for Radio 4.

 


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‘Mitch Benn: The Lehrer Effect’ (Venue 302, until AUG 25th)

“It’s a fast-paced, blend of showmanship and showcasing that is, most importantly, properly entertaining and worthy of its august subject.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Mitch Benn should be made to stand in the arrivals hall at Heathrow, Gatwick, or Turnhouse and welcome people into the country. He is a national treasure forged in the Bedlamic crucible of Edinburgh in and beyond the Fringe. His voice is possibly probably the finest vocal instrument this side of Brian Blessed. As one of the two most admired comic songsters of the current age, who better than Benn to deliver a 60-minute lecture on the wonder and wonderosity of the late, great Tom Lehrer?* Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq., perhaps, but Bedford’s own was too busy elbowing your not especially humble correspondent in the ribs and making shushing noises during all my best singing along – like he was Maturin meeting Aubrey.

*Leher was the latter, but not quite yet the former when the curtain went up on the night of 26 July at Bedfringe.

Articulate, intellectual, sceptical, musical. If you need to be sold on Tom Leher there’s a chance you cannot be redeemed for a pocket full of winning lottery tickets. Have you been living under a rock since 1944 – when Lehrer first put notes to paper with his “The Subway Song”? HCCKKCC PW if you didn’t know that or that there have been 16 new elements discavard since 1959.

This is a show that rests on zero laurels, Benn’s or Lehrer’s. It’s a fast-paced, blend of showmanship and showcasing that is, most importantly, properly entertaining and worthy of its august subject. Here’s a show that has ‘regular retirement cruise ship gig’ written all over it. Lehrer recently placed all of his songs in the public domain, so we can expect a tribute act or three down the line. Will they have this pace, this energy, this level of insight? Glass coffin / remains to be seen.

Come for the nostalgia. Stay for the freshness. Get your leather elbow-patched coats on and go see this!

 


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‘Don Quixote’ at Venue 20 until 25th AUG (not 19th)

“Knockabout slapstick; quick changes of scene, costume, and prop; melodramatic mime; abrupt changes of mood, from absurd whimsicality to reflective melancholy to quickfire gags; all accompanied by live music and song.”

Editorial Rating: 4 Stars (Nae Bad)

The Finland-based Red Nose Company has been entertaining international audiences since 2008, garlanded with many awards for the quality of their productions along the way. This is their second visit to the Edinburgh Fringe with Don Quixote, the evergreen tale of the deluded would-be knight of the title and his faithful servant Sancho Panza.

The story is a four hundred year-old literary classic, exploring the human mind’s capacity for folly. Quixote is a minor aristocrat, driven by too much reading of chivalric romances to believe himself a knight errant. Recruiting a lowly farm labourer as his “squire”, he sets off on a journey, seeking adventure, romance, and a heroic reputation. This framework of soaring delusion being undermined by grim reality is a perfect set-up for what is essentially an extended Renaissance sitcom. Misunderstandings abound, with innkeepers’ daughters being mistaken for princesses; country pubs being mistaken for castles; and most famously, distant windmills being taken for fairytale giants. At every turn in the dialogue, Quixote’s lofty rhetoric is brought crashing down by the earthy, cynical realism of Panza’s wry observations and mockery of his deluded master.

As their name suggests, the Red Nose Theatre perform as clowns – but not the largely silent mime artists one might see in a circus. These clowns speak and there is much interaction with the audience. Timo and Tuukka play all parts, including the two adventurers. As might be expected, there is much physicality in their humour: knockabout slapstick; quick changes of scene, costume, and prop; melodramatic mime; abrupt changes of mood, from absurd whimsicality to reflective melancholy to quickfire gags; all accompanied by live music and song.

A simple set consisting of a pair of red curtains upstage is all that’s needed for a setting; everything else is created by the actions of the two-man cast and the imagination of the audience. One slight drawback with this production is the choice of venue. The Bijou Theatre at Assembly on George Street is situated in The Spiegeltent, that well- known “big top” marquee with a 1920s cabaret-style interior that’s been a feature of the Fringe for years in various locations. Whilst suitably reminiscent of a circus tent, the wooden framework requires numerous fairly wide columns to hold it up, two of which are immediately either side of the forestage. These can cause a few sightline problems from certain seats, so maybe get there early to ensure you get a good view?

The performance I saw was their opening afternoon of a run that will see them here for the full Fringe season. The pace was very slightly on the slow side, but I have no doubt that the show will gather momentum as word gets around. Well worth a visit.


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‘Tweedy’s Massive Circus’ (Venue 360, until Aug 21)

“A riot of perfectly pitched clowning.”

Editorial Rating:  5 Stars (Outstanding)

Our latest Fringe adventure was off to the smaller of the two big top in the Meadows. Tweedy is a well-kent face. Giffords, the famous circus, has been Tweedy’s home for well over a decade but now he has struck out on his own with Tweedy’s Massive Circus.

Massive is the right word because for Tweedy really is a giant of this world. He’s created is own circus – which the audience gleefully taunts him it being tiny with whenever he says it is massive. His massive/tiny circus (delete as appropriate) has landed at the Fringe.

Tweedy is the sun around which everything revolves but the rest of the cast are a talented bunch. Sam, Reuben and Lulu (who is constantly teased for being a terrible actress) and Tweedy’s nemesis, and funder, Madame La Reine (latterly Madame Latrine and Madame Lasgna). Sam, in particular, manages to steal some of the scenes but this is the Tweedy show. He really is a clown at the top of his game. It takes years of practice to look this shambolic.

My youngest, 8, loved every minute it of it; hooting with delight and at points doubled over with laughter. From the moment Tweedy came out in a tiny car, through tight-rope walking, vegan vampires, plate spinning, toilet humour, ladder play, dinosaur aerialists, and juggling.A riot of perfectly pitched clowning. He has the audience in the palm of his hand and as well as the ”tiny” teasing he has numerous lines that the crowd get behind as if a pantomime as popped into the summer sun. Oh no it hasn’t!

The story is simple: Tweedy has convinced Madame La Reine (latterly Latrine and Lasagna) to finance his massive circus and, whenever she appears, he manages to make some catastrophic error. She wants a world-class circus of the golden age. Tweedy has delivered something different. Of course, each failure is funnier than the last.

Tweedy is so good you never know if he is vibing or if it is scripted. It is an odd mix of high-level clowning and outright anarchy. The cast are forever trying to make the others laugh with adlibs or outright corpsing. There was one moment when Tweedy manages to suspend himself by the groin and he yelped in what seemed like genuine pain… I’ll never known if it was planned or not.

Many of these kids shows appeal to 5 year olds and – honestly – parents are checking the football scores. This is good, old-fashioned family fun. Everyone is laughing. Yes. It is silly. Yes. It is rude. Yes. It is puerile. Yes. It is slapstick. Which is, as they say in France, le sodding point.

As every great clown knows: no one – literally no one – wants plates spinning to stay up. We all want the Emma Bridgewater stuff smashed. An raucous, hour of bonkers delight. This is what clowning should be… which brings me to my slight negative was there was (on the day I went) no custard pies.

Go for the clowns, stay for the support cast. Get your coats on and see this.