Old new act, Pat Cahill, brings another hour of his confused neo-music hall stupidity to the Fringe. Expect earworms, knee ants and eye mice as he gently impresses you in the afternoon with a bit of singing, a bit of stand-up and a bit of dancing. It will all mean something, but youll have to work that out. 'Wonderfully weird' (Guardian). 'A near perfect absurdist hour' **** (EdFestMag.com). **** (List).