It is absolutely not Fraser Brown who needs to be afraid.
One of the great things that the Edinburgh Fringe has always done is to give a platform to local schools of various performing arts within an actual arts festival.
The word that most immediately springs to mind is 'joy'.
The works of WS Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan are jewels in the English theatrical treasury and I, generally, have scant patience (no pun intended) with 'reimaginings'.
A lot of love has gone into this imagined duet between Frankie Howerd and his lover Dennis Heymer.
In the midst of the comedy maelstrom, into which Edinburgh in August descends, I was privileged to enjoy an extraordinary artistic experience.
This is not a 'show' in the generally accepted meaning of the word.