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Dear Mum, I’m afraid won't ever be coming home. After seeing that brilliant comedian DOMINIC FRISBY in TRUTH AND BULLSHIT at 8.25 pm in the Pleasance Courtyard, Box Office 0131 556 6550, I have become an enlightened being! He’s not doing a character-based solo sketch show this year, but something else altogether. He starts as Morris The Morris Dancer, who’s this country bumpkin type. It was hilarious, though a little rude in places. (Don’t send Kevin). I counted eighteen people in the audience who wet themselves. I didn't, but my white jeans had a brown stain at the back. Trust me to sit on a Malteser!  Then - you know how in Frank Skinner’s book he goes on about how stand-ups should be honest, so the audience leave with a piece of the them - well, Dominic got hyper-honest and, with slides and short films, revealed all sorts about himself. Right down to his credit card PIN number. It was so funny - I never thought I'd laugh at a man's telephone number. The serial number of the handset, that is. Morris The Morris Dancer even has a stage prop. That’s why the show's called TRUTH AND BULLSHIT. It’s fantastic. Dominic isn’t using a big promoter or anything. He’s done it all himself. It’s how the Fringe is supposed to be. I’m going to found a cult in his name. I fully believe one day it will become one of the world's biggest corporations. Things will never been the same again. I went to see the doctor, and he says that as a result of seeing DOMINIC FRISBY'S show, I'm so healthy I'll live to be 786. Right I must go. I’ve got
to go to the local hospital and cure all the cancer patients, before
seeing Dominic Frisby’s show again at 8.25. Tomorrow I’m off to Africa to
rid the place of all that death, destitution and disease, then it's the
Middle East and back to the Pleasance for 8.25. |
