This second blog instalment comes to you from a teal blue portacabin-box-office outside venue 13, at this year's Edinburgh Festival Fringe.
Enchanting, captivating, but marred by the speakers.
Want to see what accidental vulgarity looks like? Watch this show!
The best stand up comedian of my fringe experience
Two Lovers, World War Two, a Time Warp and hearts breaking everywhere. No, this isn't a Dr Who episode.
The sad clown of Edinburgh.
This young comedian takes it up another level as he dazzles us with his jokes.
English humours with a South African accent
Philosophical exchange meets stand-up with this post-lunch time lecture.
What's in a name? That which we call miserable, by any other name, would still be as miserable.
Comedy and Magic are two things that Chris Cook does quite well, which is good, because that is in a sentence, the crux of his show.
Wibble flibdy norp? Flooby dooby doopalala. Wiki plalaloo? Labananas.
A very funny hour of random and well-considered comedy.
Simply stupendous, there is nothing here to not like!
I am White Nish, which is certainly a compliment!
Puppets, bags, boots and a lesson in sign-language, what more could you want at 10 in the morning?
The Bar, the Boy, the Beach, the Boxer, the Bulldog, and the Bi- uh. Horrible woman. Carry on.