Rosie Revan and Alice Fennell are a couple of talented, beer-swilling laddettes from East Landan mayt, whom after meeting on a production of a Jacobean classic, found themselves five years later sat in the Ye Olde Rose and Crown in Walthamstow. On this occasion, Alice made the potentially planet-saving decision to beg Rosie to accept her proposition of becoming a comedy duo. At first Rosie said no. Then she said yes. Now they’re up here.
The ladies share a lovely patter bouyed up by some intelligently-laced voice-overs – its a great watch this. There’s also somethong quite entertaining about seeing them come out for each sketch with a beer or wine glass in hand. One assumes there was a lot of alcohol consumed during the creation of their sketches. Of these, a laughter-studded highlight was the Maid of Honour Speech made at her pal’s wedding by Rosie – proper class!
I used to live near Walthamstow, in Leytonstone actually, so I’m familiar with the breeding beds of their comedy muse. Both the multi-fissured fusions of modernity & the hustle-bustle-rustle of those parts of Landan Tahn are ever-presents in their work, which is all threaded together by the girls through their remarkable faculty for making people laugh. This is sketch comedy at its most prolific best, when the scenes change seamlessly & the laughs keep on coming. A real treat.
I love Teviot house as a venue its definitely one of Edinburgh’s top fringe locations.A stunning, gothic building with 5 levels, dining room, bars, turrets, stunning woodwork throughout… and lots of rooms & stairs! So, when I got the chance to go and see Zoe Lyons there in the Dining Room, I was expecting a real ‘feast’ of comedy. Zoe comes with an excellent CV & I was really looking forward to seeing her in person. The show itself was pretty busy, and there was a decent atmosphere building up. After taking to the stage like a ninja on heat, Zoe established a wicked wee rapport with her audience as she recalled parts of her life’s twisting tale, and the pursuit of that we are all looking for; belonging. Her medium, though, was classic comic banter; fast and funny with lots of genius built in. Her animal impressions are classic! I wish I had got a picture of the dog! Her Lizard was scary!
Zoe was pretty engaging with the audience throughout, and portrayed her story honestly & professionally. There is no doubt she is a talented comedian with tons of great material but I tended to think this year’s effort was scattered pieces pulled together rather than one complete original show. There were a few times I was struggling to relate her patter to her theme, but to be honest I don’t think I really cared – there where quite a few moments during the show when I was killing myself with laughter. Overall I had a great night and she is well worth a visit!
If one would like to imagine what Dawn & French were like in their earliest incarnations, then a trip to see Siân and Zoë in action would come pretty close. They have a theme, & that is an adventure through space to search for the answer to mindfulness & a better quality of life. They have props, & they use them with a cheeky indifference to whether they are actually any good. They have a custard-yellow bee-like uniform which in some scientific way focuses attention on their every movement. They have youth, they have pezzazz, & most of all they have comedy – oodles of the stuff!
Their act is silly & suave, & at times completely bonkers.”Hey do you want a coffee” – “I’ve cut off both your legs!” “I’m levitating!” was one wee snippet of a dialogue I managed to record in all the mesmerizing mayhem, which whipped us through a world of banana infections & funny faces… somewhere in space. These girls have talent, & a sketch show with a difference. It seems the only place suitable for their far-reaching imaginations is the further reaches of the cosmos, & joining them on such a journey is a true counterfoil to those wishing to escape the terra-bound termite nest that is the Edinburgh Fringe.
Watching Luke Graves at work is rather akin to listening to one of the Icelandic Sagas of old, Egil’s Saga perhaps, when the life-long adventures of an epic hero are recited in a cheiftain’s hall. On this occasion we found ourselves instead in a modern-day luxurious hotel, & of course our bard has a microphone in hand as he delves into his own life to give us Luke’s annual account of his adventures. In 2016 we are witness to his recent engagement to Lauren – next year, he tells us, will be the wedding chapter of his saga, followed by the baby year & in 2019 his dressing up as Superman for parental rights.
Luke oozes a peace-cruising demeanour as he delivers his material in a cute & poignant manner. His audience is very much with him, an intimate connection that finds many comedians’ egos difficult to circumvent. But the cheeky chappie in Luke is only a witty aside away as he thinks on his feet throughout his laid-back, friendly show. Perhaps Luke is a little too laid-back at times, but I guess he’s just a nice fella & that’s his way. He’s a bit like a wolf-pup – adorable with the occasional risque snarl. Indeed, just as one stares inanely at a lovely puppy, so I found myself at times simply gazing at Luke as he sported through his perfectly formed set.
So… I guess its a matter of how does one like one’s comedy. ‘I’m really cool with any of this,’ said one of the audience tonight, & I have to agree. Its good to see a comedian with a genuine smile & if its at a nice, steady pace when you feel fluffy & ready for humour, then Luke is definitely your guy.
When I turned up at the Assembly I thought, ‘great I will be in the gardens for the show’ but no such luck. Laurence was round the back in what was basically a metal shipping container that you would see transporting cargo. So I was a little sceptical as I rocked up to the girl on the door, but hey it’s the fringe and I will give anything a go once! Thankfully my scepticism was wrong, for the show worked well in a small space. You felt you were right in the middle of the Lawrence’s front room, as he was only a couple of feet away. The folk in the front row could look him straight in the eye, helping them to connect with the secret corners of this comedian’s universe.
Lawrence’s struggle for independence in a highly presuming world is a good and insightful show! Pumping through plenty of jokes and laughs and decent banter, he tells the story of his life more than well. Laurance has the ability to laugh at himself and to also see the funny side whenever he encounters negativity – all very endearing and rather inspiring. Laurence walks you gainfully through his struggle for independence, sharing all his ups & downs the along the way. It’s not satire or comedy on the fashionable independence of Brexit or the Scottish Independence vote, it’s far more personal than that, for Lawrence fights for recognition and mutual respect from both the people that support his life and the wider public as well. He makes you look inwards to see how you view others, witha n appetite for life we could all be inspired by. Its overall a very good, show and I was glad he allowed me to join him in teh odyssey of his life… Lawrence made me realise that we should all perhaps take life a little less seriously and approach our challenges with a wry smile.
Dr Ahmed is displaying a very creative idea he had on how to be alive, while dealing with death in ones life. So, really, you can say that this show is suitable to every single human being on Earth. Unless you have worked out how to avoid death? Which if you have, well, congratulations to you! For content reasons, I would recommend an adult to accompany folks aged between 13-16 yo, and would say that the material is not suitable for anyone younger than this. Death is an intense subject for many to wish to even think about, so further discussion after this show between friends and family, maybe something that you would need or want to do. But don’t worry, I doubt that anyone would leave this show feeling sad. In fact, if you have experienced death in your lifetime, you will most likely find the performance very refreshing.
The Dr uses a mixture of industry practiced techniques, self taught, in order to communicate a beautiful message. Being a real doctor allows for perspectives not often shared on stage; if it does not make you giggle and consider altering your medical visits, then you must never have been to the doctors before. As he walks us through his own learnings, we see diamond performance potential shine through. If you are not touched by the reason Dr Ahmeds works to be himself as a character for the purpose of teaching what he has to share, well, then you must not be human.
Ahmed is not perfect – his comedy timing needs slight attention, as potential funnies are swirled through a sea of energy; being lost within the time it takes for the bookends of the punchline to knock up on either side; The audience needs wee bit more of a chance to recognise and register sometimes, especially with puns. I prescribe two beats of silence on either side of the punchline. The singing needs about 10% more confidence, 8% of which should definitely be delivered through gently observing eyes; an optical drift, just long enough to catch a soul, before sweeping on again. I think if that were applied, the very last and most subtle of vocal jitters could smooth out and the sound would be worthy of a much larger stage show. I would love to see this Doctor find himself through his performances more, and would really like to watch him explore different expressions, like circus performance; as well as spoken word, poetically beat between operatic explosions. Definitely more performing please Dr Ahmed, but maybe less in the way of a stand up comedy style, in my opinion, as I think cabaret has your name written all over it.
My guest loved the experience and laughed regularly before summing up with words like “wow” and “this is the best show I have seen in the Fringe, ever! Actually? Yeah, no, actually, it is!” I would also love to see normal life doctors behave more like Dr Ahmed does on stage! Sometimes a dryness of character, displayed as professionalism is difficult to read, while people are not being academic and are being emotional. Which I guess is the kind of emotional intelligence we all need to interact with, when dealing with grief in ourselves or in another person. I feel like grief is an effected emotional state of pure disorganisation, caused by emotions which are too strong to be put behind our own thinking, of how we feel. It is like we feel to much to be able to think. We learn out of it, but not without great effort and practise, usually over much time. Confusion can be invented between human beings, while there is a delay in empathy between emotional communicative transactions. I think both parties need to be in a state of feeling, thinking, acting, then both feeling again etc, before learning and healing to occur; at least this is what I discovered during my own experience of living with death. Feeling first, then thinking about how to act in order to communicate that emotion, helps us with being. It is nice to see Dr Ahmed shake off the stiff upper lip and get more loose with his expression. It’s nice to know how people are thinking while they talk to you, and with professional type figures, well – it is just a pure joy to see them be in an emotional state too.
Lovely show, and thank you for the support you are providing towards Macmillan Cancer Research, Dr Ahmed. Keep inspiring man!
The setting of Samantha Baines’ contribution to the Edinburgh Fringe 2016 is rather more interesting tahn your standard stand-up – because if you arrive early, you may be placed in charge of dinging the Pun Master’s Bell. I liked this idea as puns are often missed without due care and attention, particularly if crafted as slickly as they are by Sam. Some of her material is cheesier and more obvious than the glaring moon, don’t get me wrong. But I must admit, there were a few puns that would have slipped past my own gaze, if it hadn’t been for the ding – which invariably lead to an “ahh” followed promptly by a “doh”! But it can make you feel only human when a pun slips by you, especially when Sam needs to also prompt the bell master, into dinging the dong in the first place.
In any case, Sam spat jokes out like a leakage of matter from a blackhole of complete banter and the faces Sam pulled were like watching a dance off between opposing gravitational forces. Tickled my ribs like a martian with twelve arms and little sucker punch blobs for hands, so it did. Perhaps, in future, some David Bowie music could be measured in? Just to add a little third dimension to the equation, you know? It would make for a good entry/exit soundtrack and could also fill the subtly awkward silence during the reading of the thesis, which otherwise I thought was a great segment. Gives a justified reason to break out those dance moves too Sam, which I could see were already being contained like a nebula about to turn super nova!
I love that this woman uses her brain to think outside all boxes, and that her face becomes a canvas for the constellation of her emotion to explode. Sam applies a great use of sarcasm with excellent timing and slightly self deprecating appreciation of her own ego. The oxymoron is genius. Not entirely sure whether this is a purposeful technique or just a very honed natural ability, but it certainly works for a strong delivery.
Heckle at your own peril in this show, cause the girl will beam you up like you were desperately seeking to be probed then leave the audience laughing at you, through a trans-code of pity and confusion; until you wonder to yourself, why seeking for attention while you were meant to be observing, was ever an idea that you forgot to actually think about, before your brain let it take off from your tongue, at a speed fairly slower than light.
Would love to have a pint with this woman, and would feel more than delighted to take my own Nanna or any other family member to see Sam’s show again. This act is one of my favourites this year so far, and the venue organisers have nailed the timing at which is appears. Just what you might fancy between a spot of lunch and your dinner, to heat you up into interconnected bi-lateral thinking, which can then help shift your dimensions of observation into the right gear, for taking in more festivities over the remainder of your evening, on planet Earth. Samantha Baines – Rock Solid mate! Shine on you crazy diamond.
Having been to see ‘Showstopper! The Improvised Musical’ last year, it was a real treat to see Pippa Evans in her solo show ‘Same Same but Different’, which is part of PBH’s Free Fringe. We felt sure we were in for a great show of music and comedy. Pippa played to a packed Bannermans and was well received from the onset, with anecdotes and musical numbers interspersed with moments of audience participation that were great to watch, if not a little personal for those chosen few!
We laughed heartily at the detailed recounts of ‘cringy’ first time fumbles and being dressed in Laura Ashley as a young tomboy and sang along with the closing number “You’re Awesome” as we came to terms with the fact the hour was over. We were transported to the ‘wild’ as Pippa took on the role of Bear Grylls and had the audience in the palm of her hands. She is an accomplished vocalist, improv performer and comedienne and this show only affirms this. Stand out moments included her song ‘Roles I’ll Never Play’ when it became clear to us all that you can’t play Fagin with tits(!) and her fond talking about her Mum and her growing awareness that she was always right!
Although there was a script, Pippa’s skillful ability to improvise was woven through the show as she learnt more details about certain audience members as the hour progressed (Caution! Sit in the front row at your own risk!). Someone close by was ‘serenaded’ for a whole number as he resembled an ex-boyfriend… it could have been tense, but it was just hilarious. Her small but perfectly formed band was great, and they moved seamlessly through the planned and improved numbers. She handled huge topics with a light touch and tiny topics with a toothcomb. She knows her craft for sure and with humility she holds her humanness and frailties and has the ability to laugh at herself. It’s impressive, that is for sure.
Pippa had this way of putting us at ease and making us feel included, just before she said or did something that made us think a little more deeply. She had a lovely take on not judging one another with some witty interspersed judgements! Then we all found ourselves singing ‘I won’t judge you’, to her, to our friends and then to the room, it was touching. She did this kind of stuff quite a few times and she did it extremely well. Jokes, flipped into something poignant or serious or potentially ‘sugary’; but it wasn’t, she meant it and so did we. Pippa Evans makes the world a better place; she is good for the soul. This is a performer who deserves the upmost respect.
Great stories, great songs, great human humour… It’s fairly simple, go and see this show! It’s free to get in but you will definitely want to pay for this golden hour of entertainment, and if your not convinced, the finale will have you reaching for your purse! People, queue round the block if you have to, she really is worth it. Pippa Evans – You are awesome!
‘What is the most expensive purchase we make in our life time? The Government ?’
Picture this!! A small, low-ceiling, black drapes hung around all the walls, nestling in the lower depths of Teviot Row House. Tax diagrams everywhere, a mega-phone and a microphone, paving the way for Dominic Frisby & his new show. As the lights dimmed, a figure emerges from a dark corner… adorned with a bowler hat, chequer’d suit and spectacles he does indeed resemble the Tax Man of our haunted dreams. In fact, an hour of comedy on Tax and the HMRC would be enough to scare anyone, but could we be wrong? With lawyers and tax evaders in the firing line, we were soon informed of the wicked ways of how the government chips away at our hard earned pounds. This was more informative story telling than fast-paced comedy show. With Dominic’s delivery consistent, precise and comfortably paced, you could quantify the essence of a well-researched show. With his swing-o-meter in hand, we discovered how every disaster has its tax point, and who pays for it… us ? Tax is power, power is money, and money needs to be taxed… back to square one.
If you enjoy a laid-back, fun-loving attitude towards tax, or you want to know how to avoid paying tax, then this show will delight you. I think anymore than an hour would have pulled the “T” out of tax, & of course more jokes would have got more laughs. But when he did get funny, Dominic hit home with a low punch to the stomach. Politics, money, voting, tax inquiries, and expensive calls to the HMRC all contribute to a Fringe show abounding with thought-provoking points. Whether Dominic makes you laugh, shout or cry, one thing is for sure you’ll leave his side a more educated soul in the art of Tax and Taxes. Well done Dominic for putting the “F” word back into governmental institutions… & when I say F, I mean fun, fun, fun!
Tom Ward popped my cherry for the Fringe this year! Cracking show… absolutely loved it! He was performing at the Pleasance, in its basement, a great venue with a really intimate feel. This intimacy proper suited the show, for Tom is the kind of mate everyone wishes they had. The geezer you would be making sure came to your parties to keep everyone entertained. Funny! Funny! Funny! His comedy is of the observational kind, and, god bless him, he looks at things through rose-tinted spectacles… his jokes never offended anyone once. Ward’s stories are snappy and the punchlines just keep on coming. Engaging from start to finish, Tom just about pulled the full 50 minutes off, despite a couple of monologues bobbin’ on for a bit – but I guess I was hooked on his snappier stuff by then. As I departed the Pleasance I felt a sneaky feeling well-up that Tom was bound for stardom… if he gets a proper haircut. A class act!