Edinburgh Reviews - Alaistair McGowan

Very good, apologised to my silver haired mother and my silver haired auntie, both sat in the second row, every time he said ‘fuck’. That became even funnier ‘so it was like some sort of fucking – sorry ladies – disaster and…’ You could see him rewriting the show in his head and everyone at the back of the theatre wondering what the hell was going on. Bit about sugar sachets had us bent double.