Dad talk amid the credit crunch
This article is from 2008.
Last summer, the tallest Yorkshire-Glaswegian on the comedy circuit opted not to bring himself up to the Fringe. Not because he was writing a sitcom or developing a novel or workshopping sketch ideas; his absence was down to the more noble activity of raising his freshly-born son. While this may have altered his August routine, some things never change: Alun Cochrane will always be a daydreamer, in particular concocting schemes to assassinate animals which may or may not pose a threat to Junior.
The break has done Cochrane good (even if he has lost the ability to sleep while gaining some semi-serious facial fuzz) and his amiable stage manner has been honed to near-perfection allied to some top-notch material about the credit crunch while occasionally referring to The Guardian manual of 'who we can and cannot insult today'. Alun Cochrane may never effect serious change on this wonky world, but his presence will always lighten up the Fringe. And I suspect he'll make a cracking dad.
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