Will Duggan: Perspicuator

Donald Trump has plenty to answer for, the least of which is demonstrating to Will Duggan that any ill-informed white man can ascend to political office. Struggling somewhat after breaking up with his fiancée, moving back in with his parents and toiling in a Harvester in Kettering, Duggan has developed a thirst for world domination and he's not about to let reality become an obstacle.

Cajoling a small but lively crowd on the afternoon I saw it into airing their legislative demands and desires, he proves himself capable of improvising on the stump, even if his pledges tend towards simply acquiescing to every request, with occasional veers into outright fascism. Principles take a distinctly secondary position to his preference for an easy life, with the laughs tending to come when he's forced to justify contradictory opinions.

As part of establishing his fitness to lead, he discloses a few blots on his copybook, specifically a charge of racism that sounds convincingly like the police exceeding their authority and common-sense. Plus, the accusation of a homophobic hate crime, which is slightly harder to dismiss. That Duggan openly relates these anecdotes, as well as the air gun in his car boot acquired since the break-up, only makes his grandstanding funnier.

Sometimes at the Fringe, you just want to switch off for a while and enjoy undemanding laughs. Perspicuator relies on an engaged audience to an extent but the amiable, mildly pathetic Duggan makes it easy with the entertaining, inclusive atmosphere he creates.