The melting pot that is the Edinburgh Fringe bubbles over once more with a cornucopia of theatrical delights. Look at me blending my metaphors like a Moulinex! Or gosh! – Isn’t there a lot of different stuff on.
Your valiant reviewer has been pounding the streets from morning ’til night to bring the best of what’s on.
Shakespeare for Breakfast is now in its 21st year – and still packed at 10.00 am – so packed in fact that I didn’t get a coffee with my croissant as they had run out of cups – but I didn’t mind – that’s just a testament to how good the show is! It’s excellent. They tweet and their way through Romeo and Juliet with infectious gusto and their 50 minutes traffic of the stage gave us many LOLs.
At the other end of the day I went to the Boom Boom Club – a cabaret of mixed fortunes at the Underbelly in The Cowgate. Justin Bond hosts this night with some charm and has a lovely voice but in this furnace of an attic there are only so many jokes you can make about our own sweat condensating and dripping onto our heads before it is just plain damp. He presented Piff The Magic Dragon – yes younger brother of – Colin. Piff delivers magic tricks with a delightful drollery but he has some competition for the limelight from his pet chihuahua – whom I then dreamt about – weird! Another stripper, erm sorry Burlesque act, called – erm, arm, no, it’s gone. We were also treated to the wonderfully well-observed mime moments form Sexytime! whose dance floor stylings resembled me at the clubs circa 1998. See them!
We were then ushered out of the furnace and into the bar where we were blown away by Tankus the Henge. This group are amazing and about to go stratospheric. I would describe them as the love children of Madness and Dexys Midnight Runners. The lead singer – a charismatic modern day Abe Lincoln – complete with cut-off stove-pipe hat – leads the band through a set with passion and flair. Their songs essay modern life with a wink. Go see!