More poetry, less performance and this show all about the sky could really soar.

Another variation on that old 'geeky desperado comedian needs gir... (continued)

Laws will have to decide on what sort of comic he wants to be if ... (continued)

Bob Slayer is a nice man who should leave his penis in his trouse... (continued)

Capturing a sense of childhood fear and wonder with a succession ... (continued)

Onstage nastiness produces a roomful of silent irritation, like a... (continued)

A touching portrait of a boy and his grandfather is impinged upon... (continued)

Brigstocke tries his hand at a first-person confessional.

One of the best standups at the Free Festival, with a fascinating... (continued)

That rare beast: a Schaffer show that neither sinks nor really swims.

Plenty of cerebral humour is expertly and pleasingly secreted amidst the filth.

A brush with mortality inspires some superbly retold acts of livi... (continued)

A jarring display of mock-narcissism swamped by gratuitous special effects.

It's instinct versus intellect in this spirited exploration of th... (continued)

Two leather, faceless puppets with an appetite for chaos and a pr... (continued)

A theme too thin and dull to stretch to the full hour.

A light and breezy hodgepodge from a capable, comfortable perform... (continued)

We've no choice but to succumb to his idiosyncrasies and accept t... (continued)

A lighter twist on the Dead Dad genere, with a coherent, carefull... (continued)

Clearly the work of a performer at the top of his game.