From the outer fringe

Now here’s a review you won’t read anywhere else. Or possibly not.

In the Fringe programme is a performance of Aykbourn’s How the Other Half Loves and intrepid friends set off to see it. They didn’t realise they were being intrepid but that’s because they didn’t realise how far from the centre Murrayfield is. They knew it was not the usual fringe experience when they were checked into the community hall, individually by name. The man who introduced the event was apparently so delighted to see such a large audience he almost forgot to mention the two intervals. And when the intervals came about it turned out that the audience had to get their tea and chocolate digestives in two shifts. As they were leaving, one of the rather elderly audience apparently said to his companion – “oh, it’s dark. We ARE out late.”

Not to be missed, I feel.