This is consumate top-class stand-up comedy from Danny Bhoy. Despite a few dries in which he seems more frustrated with himself than we are with him - this is a startingly tight, intelligent show.
Not only a cool, bright auditorium, but also the comfiest chairs at the Fringe embellish the experience for the already excited crowd. An opening movie pokes gentle fun at things local and then we're introduced to the man himself and the crowd are delighted to see him.
He breezes on stage, portraying himself throughout as amiable, approachable and unaccountably single. He is relaxed throughout as the seemingly meandering narrative curves back with fiendish skill. The show modulates easily from story to story in a lilting relaxed style intercut with occassional political, cutting-edge outbursts. But real passion is not to be found in stand-up comey, as he says, it's to be found - well, why not let him tell you?
You come away (as you do with all great stand-ups) feeling that you been spending time with a really good friend who's been doing all just for you.
