Pat Cahill: The Fisherman
- Brian Donaldson
- 8 August 2017
An absurdist treat as a funny rod-wielder ponders his existence
Describing Pat Cahill as a unique presence on the British comedy map is akin to calling Trump unpresidential: it's certainly in the ballpark of the truth but doesn't quite reach the heart of the matter. In a crowded downstairs room at the Fringe, he's as far away from the calming open waters where he indulges his passion of fishing as it could get.
At least, we think this is something he cares about, though he does reference the torture inflicted upon the fish themselves and displays a fair amount of disdain for this 'sport'. Still, we're all having plenty fun with the improvised tackle set-up in the aisle which he hopes will lead to a big catch (usually this occurs when someone walks out early and inadvertently snags themselves on the end of his rod).
There's a touch of the Sean Locks about Cahill as he taps into his dafter side to play us his lengthy edited snippets of vocalists such as Dolores O'Riordan and Enrique Iglesias. Quite where his focus lies seems uncertain to both Pat Cahill and the audience: 'it's a wasted life', he mourns during one particularly absurdist dead-end. But hopefully he'll keep plugging on as his many admirers wouldn't wish him to be the one that got away.
Heroes @ Monkey Barrel, until 27 Aug (not 16), 2.50pm, £5 or Pay What You Want.