Paul Foot - Kenny Larch Is Dead (3 stars)

A creature of habit delivers his usual fantastical fare

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This article is from 2012.

Paul Foot - Kenny Larch Is Dead

The structure of a Paul Foot gig is by now pretty well-established. Kick off with a bizarre non sequitur, move onto the next surreal musing, go a bit stir crazy, take ages over insignificant details, suffer a stage breakdown and then depart to a hero’s farewell (apart from those who are too bemused to react). Among the main threads here are the many varieties of cheddar on the market today, the potential disaster of providing Linda McCartney sausages at a children’s party and the tragic fate of award-winning actress Sue Johnston on a trampoline.

Foot clearly has a thing about the room he’s playing in at the Underbelly as he’s appeared there now for a number of successive Fringes, despite the fact that the regular sell-outs suggest he could easily have secured a larger room. Perhaps it’s the quasi-hostage situation that is engendered by its gloominess or he maybe he is simply a creature of habit.

Like many of life’s most profound landmarks, you can never quite recreate the experience of being at a Paul Foot show for the very first time. Whether you end up loving or loathing it, it should definitely be on the things-to-do-before-you-die list.

Underbelly, Cowgate, 0844 545 8252, until 26 Aug, 7.30pm, £10.50--£12 (£9.50--£11).

This article is from 2012.

Paul Foot - Kenny Larch Is Dead

  • 3 stars

IMWP. Deep within the sinking sands of the Perspex jungle of youth, in the forgotten nebula of nothingness, just off the warm waste waters of New Norfolk, comes an objet du désir - a trombone fruit. Needless to say, it's another warm year. ‘The most meaningless comedy ever seen. An entirely pointless evening, or your…

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