Andrew Lawrence is an angry man with a lot to get off his chest this festival. Looking like a miniaturised (though much moisturised) Robin Cook, he's blessed with the weirdest comedy voice to go with it ranging from Elmer Fudd on helium, to a frightfully clipped British 1940's Pathé News voice-over artist depending on the requirements of each comic tale.He chats away frantically on stage often to himself, delivering quick-fire comedy asides that had the audience warming to him nicely. From tales of being stranded at the Melbourne comedy festival by the Icelandic volcano to a great rant on the topic of the best bit of being a comic, his self-deprecating wit is worth catching if only for the great mileage he can get out of how to pronounce the word 'scone' (a matter of terrible importance to many in Edinburgh's posher suburbs).Serving up a slice of good, solid comedy not really setting the crowd alight, but no-one could deny that they'd had their money's worth after an engaging hour of chuckles.
