Scott Agnew proves himself as storyteller with eye for absurd
Devilish entertainer with broad appeal
This article is from 2010.
Powerhouse Scott Agnew returns to the Fringe with this seamlessly laidback and funny narrative about the lengths he – and by extension, we – have gone to for love. This popular ‘anti-queen Glasgow poof’ isn’t squeamish when it comes to dissecting odd scenarios he’s encountered while on the hunt, including a cast of overweight fag hag third wheels, tramps and Glasgow-Cantonese parlaying neds, with particularly astute insight into the dexterity of swearing in his home town.
Agnew’s particular skill lies in bringing a boozed-up and unsuspecting audience along for the ride; his schtick has broad appeal, with one eye on the tabloid-reading fraternity with cheap gags about Paul Gascoigne and Raoul Moat, the other evoking empathy among anyone who’s ever done something foolish for love. He manages to combine an ex-journalist’s nose for a story and the fabled Glasgow banter to powerful effect, spinning a tale and dragging it out. Relaxed and adaptable, this show confirms Scott Agnew as a consummately entertaining storyteller with a devilish eye for the absurd detail.
Gilded Balloon Teviot, 622 6552, until 30 Aug (not 16), 11.15pm, £9–£10 (£8–£9).