Craig Hill has a fabulous gay entrance. No, really. Stop tittering up the back there.
He returns to the glamorous Assembly Ballroom, opening with a crowd-pleasing, mincing dance routine that’s bound to see him captured and made to work for the Lady Boys at next year’s Fringe.
His background as a stand-up compere is in evidence in the first part of his act, as he chats to the audience with a cheeky patter, taking the piss out of latecomers and those brave or stupid enough to sit in the front row at this kind of gig.
After that, there’s a pleasant hour of life on Planet Craig, as he recounts his adventures over the last year, giving us a home-spun Scottish take on his big gay life.
From Stirling-bashing to intimidating Glaswegian impersonations, Craig has captured the market in all things gay and Scottish in a manner not seen since the hey-days of Fran and Anna.
No big standing ovations here, but a solid comedy hour for everyone, though he seems especially admired by his core market of grannies, housewives, and friends of Dorothy.
