From the entrance where he's carried on stage á la Lady Gaga, to the grand finale involving the most unusual boy-band line-up you've ever seen, Patrick Monahan is a non-stop bundle of fun for the hour we're with him in the Teviot bar. It's a hot and sweaty venue, and despite the name there's no bar service, so make sure you take something along to quaff.He's likeable, chatty and slightly camp, as he tells us of his Teeside upbringing with an Iranian mother, contrasting nicely some of the experiences from both sides of his family background, and happily chatting away in Farsi to an Iranian audience member. His material is well-constructed, with skits on posh towns versus common towns, and inner city versus rural youth. There's a rather strange demonstration of how to scare away angry geese, and lots of banter with the audience. A good crowd-pleasing way to pass an hour on the Fringe.