Infinite Something and The Third Monkey

Original Review:

This bizarely-titled one-man sketch show is presented as a speedy journey through history - from the Big Bang to the present day.

And if you thought that in the entire history of the universe, there might have been the possibility of at least a couple of jokes, you'd be wrong.

FitzHigham has instead compiled a lazy, dated and bland assortment of unfunny vignettes more worthy of a sixth-form revue than a show at the world's most eclectic arts festival.

The majority of sketches rely on little more than an easy anachronism for their supposed laughs, which rarely actually materialise.

So, for example, the founding of Rome is represented by a stereotypical Irish builder, who tediously makes repeated allusions to the fact that - you guessed it - the city wasn't built in a day.

But most gags don't even approach that level of 'sophistication'. Example? "What do you mean dragons don't exist? What about the one on reception."

Interlaced with this is an air of patronising intellectual snobbery - the idea that mention of, say, Renee Descartes or Martin Luther is enough to impress the plebs in itself, so why bother writing any decent material.

The teeth-grindingly unfunny Infinite Something certainly felt like it would never end. And what blessed relief when it did.