It's essentially the last day of the Fringe and I find myself in a venue that I have never visited before - the best way to describe it would be an over-sized bomb shelter reinforced by an eclectic collection of... Continue Reading →
Carl Donnelly has quickly become a clown that I will always try to catch at the Fringe. I first came across him for the most ridiculous of reasons, we were going through the program whilst impressively drunk and I saw... Continue Reading →