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  • irishtimes.com - Posted: September 16, 2010 @ 12:12 pm

    Dispatches from the Fringe – #4

    Laurence Mackin

    Last night was a terrific evening’s entertainment at the Festival Club, which has a new home in the wonderful arty lofty space of the Grand Social (dig those funky light fittings in the roof). The Grand feels like it’s been around for years, even though the paint is still drying in some of its corridors, and it’s a perfectly natural fit for the Fringe (who needs a Spiegeltent any way?).

    What better place, then, to take in Pyjama Men than the Grand Social’s upstairs theatre venue. If you haven’t seen this show yet, book it now. I would quote from it but a) I don’t want to spoil it, b) I’m saving lines to try and work them into conversations and pass myself off as witty, and c) I’m saving lines for my new T-shirt company to try and pass myself off as rich. So go along to the show everyone will be talking about. It is this year’s Le Clique.

    Ponydance also did their thing last night in the main bar – a witty, entertaining show that works as well indoors as it does on the street. These people make me want to buy some quality nylon threads. Try and catch it around the city if you can.

    Meanwhile, the IT team were also scurrying around the city. Christine Madden reckons We Are All in the Gutter is definitely not the sum of its parts. Peter Crawley wants in on The Truth of the Moon, but Simon Doyle’s play isn’t quite telling. Sara Keating finds FAT to be thin and undernourishing, but lucky for her she also caught The Room in the Tower, which, she says, is “a real treat”. (Incidentally, Roger Doyle, the man behind the ghostly Tower music, also has a stepson in the Fringe, Rory Connolly, who is working the Diet Of Worms’s new show Strollinstown.) For more coverage, go here if you please.

    I’m hoping to get to Louise Lowe’s by-all-accounts excellent World’s End Lane later in the week and I’m not the only one. Apparently, a group of locals hijacked a performance the other night – they had been to see it, and liked it so much that they rehearsed it and then played it through with an unsuspecting, ambushed cast. Talk about turning the tables – it seems imitation is the highest form of flattery.

    So we are still alive in the Fringe trenches and avidly looking forward to the weekend when a lie-in means we can take the theatrical bull by the horns a-fresh. Tickets are selling hard and fast on all fronts (tonight there are very slim pickings, with Cactus almost the only tickets available in town) so if there is something you really want to see, get clickety clicking.

    And in other Arts news, tomorrow is the time to get angry with your arts – it’s the National Day of Action for the Arts. See here for details of what you can do to get involved. A couple of clicks can send a letter of protest to TDs, so make your voices heard.

    • aaron dowling says:

      I too went to see the pyjama men last night knowing little about it beforehand. I have to say it was probably the most entertaining 70 minutes I have experienced in a very long time. I couldn’t stop laughing and at one stage I was literally holding my belly to contain myself. Highly recommend it.

      I’d also recommend Cactus: The Seduction in the New theatre. Very entertaining one man show. The actor is very charming and likeable and I was captivated for the entire show. Roll on the rest of the festival

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