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Inside Mandelson’s Mind: ‘Mandy: Prince of Darkness’ Delivers Precision and Irony

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★★★★★ A sharply observed, meticulously researched and often darkly funny portrait of Peter Mandelson, delivered through a performance of such precision that it becomes less an impersonation and more an act of political possession. Richard Stirling doesn’t just play Mandelson — he inhabits him.

Mandy: Prince of Darkness is a one‑man political biography told from inside the mind of one of the most enigmatic figures in modern British politics. Stirling structures the piece around Mandelson’s own recollections, justifications and rhetorical flourishes, anchoring each chapter of his career with projected headlines and dates behind him. It’s a simple device, but an extremely effective one: the audience is never left drifting. Every scandal, every comeback, every resignation is pinned to a moment in time.
The effect is cumulative. You begin to realise just how many times Mandelson fell, rose, fell again, and rose again — until finally, as the show concludes, he meets the one scandal he cannot return from.
Performance: A Masterclass in Political Mannerism
Richard Stirling’s performance is the engine of the show, and it is extraordinary. He captures Mandelson’s mannerisms with forensic accuracy: the sly, fox‑like half‑smile; the careful modulation of tone; the way he leans into a phrase as if it were a tool he’s about to use.
But the real brilliance lies in the switches. When Mandelson quotes Tony Blair, Stirling shifts instantly — a recognisable Blair arm‑and‑hand gesture, the slight lift in vocal timbre, the earnestness that borders on sermonising. It’s subtle, funny, and deeply effective. He doesn’t break character; he folds Blair into Mandelson, showing how the two men lived inside each other’s political space.
This is mimicry at its highest level: not caricature, but observation.
Language, Manipulation & the Limits of Persuasion
One of the show’s most interesting threads — and one that came through strongly in your reflections — is the tension between Mandelson’s linguistic brilliance and the public’s instinctive scepticism.
Stirling presents Mandelson as a master manipulator of language: elegant phrasing, polished argument, the kind of rhetorical charm that can make nonsense sound like strategy. But even at his most persuasive, there’s a sense that ordinary people can smell when something isn’t quite right. The show captures that beautifully. You hear the justification, you admire the craft, but you don’t buy the conclusion.
It’s a portrait of a man whose intelligence was both his greatest asset and his greatest blind spot.
The Epstein Irony
The final act of the show deals with the Epstein scandal — the moment that ends Mandelson’s long cycle of comebacks. Stirling plays it with a deliberate irony: the arch‑strategist suddenly presenting himself as naïve, manipulated, unaware.
The email exchanges shown on screen undermine that claim. They hint at a man who knew exactly what he was doing, or at least knew enough not to pretend innocence convincingly. It’s a quietly devastating moment, and Stirling lets the audience draw its own conclusions.
Private Life, Public Persona
Stirling also touches on Mandelson’s approach to his private life. He didn’t hide being gay, but he didn’t foreground it either. It was simply part of who he was, not a political tool nor a public performance. The show treats this with sensitivity, acknowledging the complexity without sensationalising it.
Verdict
Mandy: Prince of Darkness is a superb piece of political theatre: sharp, intelligent, and anchored by a performance of remarkable skill. Richard Stirling gives us a Mandelson who is manipulative, charming, brilliant, flawed, hardworking, private, and ultimately undone by the one scandal he could not outmanoeuvre.
It’s a portrait of a complicated man, delivered by an actor who understands that complexity down to the smallest gesture.
A compelling, thoughtful and thoroughly engaging show.
Reviewed by Pat Harrington
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1518: The Dancing Plague — Satire, Chaos and Queer Heart at the Fringe

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★★★★★There’s something deliciously Fringe about a show that invites you to “shake your a** and dance ’til you (hopefully don’t!) die,” and 1518: The Dancing Plague leans into that promise with full satirical commitment. Based on the very real medieval mass hysteria that had Strasbourg’s citizens dancing themselves into oblivion, Hannah Ponturo’s comedy arrives at theSpaceUK fresh from Los Angeles—armed with a sold‑out reading, a Daredevil Festival pedigree, and the kind of chaotic energy that thrives in late‑night Edinburgh.

At its heart is a queer romance between Katherine and Anna, two peasants whose long‑fractured relationship reignites just as the city collapses around them. It’s a smart dramatic anchor: while clergy and civic authorities scramble to contain the outbreak, the play keeps circling back to the human impulse to connect even when the world is wobbling off its axis. The production promised “uncanny parallels” to our own recent crises, and the show doesn’t shy away from them—Covid echoes, political absurdity, and the familiar spectacle of institutions panicking while ordinary people try to make sense of the mess.

We loved the drag devil/angel narrator

Ponturo’s writing has that LA‑meets‑NYC flavour: punchy, self‑aware, and unafraid of silliness as a delivery system for something sharper. The production, created with Open Variations Theater, fits neatly into their mission of reimagining lesser‑known stories with contemporary bite. You can feel the interdisciplinary New York influence in the way the piece layers satire, history, and outright party vibes into a single 50‑minute burst.

And yes, it is a dance party. The show wants you complicit in the hysteria—laughing at it, recognising it, maybe even feeling the tug of it. The absurdity of people dancing themselves to death becomes a mirror held up to the way we cope with uncertainty now: distraction as survival, movement as denial, rhythm as rebellion.

It’s messy, cheeky, knowingly ridiculous, and unexpectedly tender. Exactly the sort of Fringe show that sneaks up on you: you arrive for the chaos, and leave thinking about the systems that shape how we behave when everything goes sideways.

If you’re looking for a satire with historical weirdness, queer heart, and a healthy disrespect for authority, 1518: The Dancing Plague earns its place on your August shortlist.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Unbelievable: Lucy Best’s Intimate, Charming Fringe Debut

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★★★★★ Lucy Best arrives at the Edinburgh Fringe with a suitcase full of stories and the kind of presence that immediately warms a room. Although she’s a familiar face at festivals across Australia — from Fringe World Perth to Melbourne Fringe and Adelaide Fringe — this is her first time stepping onto the Edinburgh stage with Lucy Best: Unbelievable , a solo show that feels less like a performance and more like being invited into her home for an hour.

The venue’s intimate setup suits her perfectly. Lucy thrives in close quarters, where she can talk directly to the audience, tease them a little, and pull them into her orbit. There’s an easy conversational flow to the show; people laugh, gasp, and occasionally sit in quiet attention as she shares the kinds of personal stories that only come from a life lived at full tilt. Her reflections on gender, identity, mishaps, adventures and small triumphs are delivered with a sincerity that never feels forced.

One of the more delightfully absurd truths she reveals is that she has travelled all the way from Melbourne with a step ladder in tow — a detail that sums up her resourceful, slightly chaotic, always‑prepared nature. Lucy is, at heart, a hustler and a survivor: a photographer, an environmental advocate, a social justice campaigner, and someone who seems to collect experiences the way others collect postcards.

There’s a moment in the show when she speaks about a baby dolphin, and it catches her off guard. A tear slips out, and she doesn’t hide it or apologise for it. That openness is what makes her so compelling. Lucy doesn’t present a curated version of herself; she offers the whole thing — the humour, the grit, the vulnerability, the conviction. It’s refreshing, and it’s deeply engaging.

Unbelievable is charming, captivating, and consistently entertaining. It’s the kind of Fringe show that sneaks up on you, leaving you unexpectedly moved and thoroughly entertained. A genuine standout — and absolutely one not to miss.

Lucy is also appearing in other shows across the Fringe, and her creative life stretches far beyond this production. Under the burlesque persona Lucy Lastic, she performs with Maison Burlesque — Australia’s largest burlesque academy — and has taken part in their Cherry Poppers Solo Showcase, choreographed by multi‑award‑winning performer Domino de Jour. The next Cherry Poppers Showcase takes place on 11 October 2026 in Melbourne, promising a glittering flurry of feathers and rhinestones.

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Kitty Daddy: How One Cat Helped Bob Brader Heal

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Bob Brader was a professional temp, and he liked it that way. He only ever worked short stints in offices, doing menial tasks, so he never had to deal with office politics. After a break‑up with a girlfriend, he became used to being alone. He was in control, with no messy complications in his life.

With self‑deprecating humour, Bob tells how he accidentally let a cat change his life, helping him confront parts of his past he had tried to suppress. Jade was a black tabby with white paws — a cute, wide‑eyed little cat who had once been feral. He had been ill‑treated, and the children in the family caring for him were allergic to cats, so Jade had to go. A one‑way trip to a kill shelter loomed — an abomination, as Bob puts it.

Bob found himself offering to help find Jade a home, and soon wondered how he had become a “Kitty Daddy.” The fearful, growling cat hiding under his bed for a fortnight — only emerging at night to eat and use the litter tray — reflected something in him. Jade had suffered abuse and was angry, and Bob began to recover memories of his own abuse too. He saw his repressed anger at his abusive father mirrored in this bundle of fur and fury beneath the bed.

With great pathos, Bob tells how these two survivors of abuse began to bond with one another. A natural storyteller, he carries his audience every step of the way on an emotional rollercoaster, showing how one small cat drew him out of himself, helped heal his repressed rage, and made him a better person.

Reviewed by David Kerr

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