The Edinburgh Fringe can be a daunting, frustrating and exhausting challenge, with not only the enormous outlay required to even stage a show, publicity, accommodation and the hire
Money supposedly can’t buy happiness, nor can it necessarily buy health, but it can buy you friends after a fashion; his father having inherited a summer house following
As distressed string fugues puncture the air, the atmosphere urgent and turbulent, the black stage is bathed in blood red light, bare save for a single bench atop
In her gold jumpsuit, gloves and spaceboots with LED soles, M-UTHA sits poised and ready, an android driven by an artificial intelligence programmed with everything she could possibly
Returning to his customary venue of the last few Fringe seasons, the Assembly Rooms on George Street, but in a different space, under the vast chandelier of the
There is some element of truth in all fiction, and in most stories recounted as truth there will be some evasion or exaggeration, an aggrandisement of events otherwise
In the darkness of the Banshee Labyrinth in Edinburgh’s historic old town, riddled with crypts and underground passages where generations lived and died in squalor, to the broken
No beloved doll’s house played with by a fortunate favoured child was ever so sinister, a grey slate mansion over three floors and the tower to the attic
On a bright desert highway, hot, dry wind in their perfect hair, girlfriends Raquel and June are stranded, their electric blue convertible having broken down on their way
