Original Review:

Show Rating:

'It's a fun club,' we are told. 'It's about forgetting your


troubles.'

And indeed it is. This is a sketch show of the type people


who don't go to the Fringe think a Fringe show will be like.


Nothing cutting edge, but a pleasant diversion. It's like a very


energetic, joyous end-of-term student revue; a very good amateur


dramatic version of a reasonable comedy rather than a National


Theatre production: unpretentious, wide-eyed and increasingly


endearing.

The cast are four amiable twentysomethings, all with their


own moustaches, which are strangely never referred to except


on the flyer.

When acting is required, the four tend to remain themselves


playing characters rather than fully becoming the characters.


The exceptions are an England football fan and two Slovak comics.


Any of the four might develop into a more substantial performer


in two years but, at the moment, it's difficult to tell.

As for contect there's 'the man without a limp', 'two-second


memory man Mr Dave Javoo, 'three gay Hitlers singing songs round


Mein Kampf fire' and one very funny gag about a thimble and Jesus.

I'd look out for their show next year ­ but it's still


well worth the price of admission this time around.

John Fleming