Darren Connell: Trolleywood
Scot Squad star in a performance that doesn't delve quite deep enough
'Please help me. It's six days I and I can't feel my face.' It's not that doing his first show at the Fringe is getting to Darren Connell (does he know that there's two more weeks of this?), but as someone who hasn't had a drink since mid-December, he's clearly on edge.
The comic insists that he gets a lot of people, mainly 80-year-old women, turning up to his show expecting his polite character, Bobby, from Scot Squad. This is a mistake. Trolleywood is 14+ for some reason and while it's not pure filth, anybody expecting clean-cut humour will probably balk at the story about Connell getting high and inspecting his arsehole.
As far as structure is concerned, there is no real narrative theme, just Connell in his naturally funny state, talking about the strange things that happen to him: taking up Bikram yoga and getting a colonic irrigation (OK, that one was for the show). At times, he hints at a darker side to his humour, particularly in a routine about his ex-girlfriend hitting him: it would have been interesting to explore this side of him more. As it stands, his cheery personality and sharp wit is more than enough.
Gilded Balloon Teviot, until 29 Aug, 7.45pm, £10–£11 (£9–£10).