Ali Cook

As he promises from the outset, Cook’s magic is both slick and sick. Don’t go for the jokes, unless you like tired Jimmy Carr-style one-liners followed by a leer. But go to be dumbfounded by the mind-boggling illusion and seemingly future-active mindreading. And go to see the ending, then spend the remainder of the night arguing about how the Dickens he did it.

Gilded Balloon Teviot, 622 6552, until 30 Aug (not 18), 9.45pm, £11–£12 (£9.50–£11).