Cut your fringe!
You can amuse yourselves here with 1-star reviews of the worst of the Edinburgh Fringe. It’s possible some of these comments are funnier than the shows themselves. Of course, the secret to the Fringe is that everything is bloody awful, but because you’ve paid fifteen pounds for fifty five minutes with some twat you’ve seen on the TV, you’re not going to complain. From the reviewers’ point of view, bad reviews of name acts are ruled out by the threat of free tickets drying up, which is why all the big venues run their own press office. It’s only the little shows, to whom anyone and his dog can get a free ticket with a Fringe press pass, that critics can piss on. Now will everyone please sod off home and let us get on with our lives in peace?