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Milkdrunk Blends Humour and Feminist Insight Into a Five‑Star Hit

★★★★★ There are shows you plan for months in advance, and then there are the ones you end up at almost by accident. This was the latter. A colleague couldn’t make it, the ticket fell to me, and I walked in with no expectations beyond the usual Fringe curiosity. It’s the kind of randomness the festival thrives on: a flyer pressed into your hand, a gap in your schedule, a name you’ve never heard. And every so often, one of those chance encounters turns out to be the thing that stays with you. This performance was one of those.

What unfolded on stage was an unflinching, expressive exploration of female bodily experience—its biology, its politics, its sheer physical reality. Not framed as a lecture, not packaged as activism, but delivered through a performer whose command of tone, movement and emotional clarity made the material land with force. The expressiveness was the engine of the piece: the way Cathleen O’Malley shifted from humour to discomfort, from anecdote to embodiment, made the themes feel lived rather than stated. It was theatre doing what theatre does best, revealing the world by inhabiting it.
The audience was predominantly female, which (possibly) made sense given the subject matter, but it struck me how vital this show is for men. I’ve got two children; I’ve witnessed pregnancy and birth second-hand, as much as any man can. Even so, I found myself learning, recognising gaps in my own understanding, seeing the biological and emotional realities from angles I hadn’t considered. For men who haven’t had that proximity—or haven’t had it yet—the show would be even more valuable. It’s rare to find a piece that is both entertaining and genuinely educational without ever slipping into didacticism. This one managed it.
Humour played a crucial role. The writing was sharp, the timing precise, and the performer knew exactly when to let the audience breathe. But the humour never softened the themes; instead, it made them accessible. You could laugh, and then suddenly find yourself thinking about the feminist implications of what you’d just heard. The show didn’t announce itself as feminist, but it absolutely was—rooted in lived experience rather than slogans, grounded in the biology and social realities that shape women’s lives. It’s the kind of feminism that works because it’s embodied, not declared.
Seeing it on the final night felt bittersweet. A show like this deserves a longer run, a wider audience, and a life beyond the festival. And that brings me to a broader point. Having reviewed the Fringe for many years, I’ve seen countless solo shows—original writing, singular voices, performances that could easily hold their own on a larger platform. There is enormous untapped potential here. Sky Arts could commission a series of filmed solo shows tomorrow. Channel 5 has already revived the spirit of Play For Today with original televised plays; the model exists. Netflix could do it. Any major platform could. And the audience is there.
Solo work is perfect for adaptation: intimate, character-driven, inexpensive to produce, and often more daring than mainstream drama. Shows like this one, with their blend of humour, insight and expressive performance, would thrive in that format. They deserve it. Original writing deserves it. And if someone reading this happens to have the power to make it happen, I hope they do.
I spoke with briefly with Cathleen as we were being hurried out the hall for the next performers coming in. Her carrying her only stage prop, a chair, in her hand. She tells me the show will tour and I will be watching for that.
Accidental discoveries are part of the Fringe’s magic, but some discoveries shouldn’t remain accidental. This performance was one of them.
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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The Last Bantam: A Powerful Revival of Ireland’s Forgotten WWI Soldiers

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★★★★★ To a background of constant shelling noises, we meet Patrick Michael Wolfe, a corporal in the 15th Bantam Battalion of the Notts and Derby Regiment of the British Army. Patrick wasn’t conscripted; he volunteered – at first in his hometown of Dublin, and then in England – but rejected as he didn’t meet the minimum 5ft 3in height requirement.

In Derby, however, he enlisted in the Bantam Battalion. He didn’t join up for the money. Patrick signed up to get Home Rule for Ireland. His comrade, Belfast Billy, a shipyard man joined up to stop it as he thought Home Rule for Ireland meant Rome Rule. Billy, Patrick recalls, was a brave man, the best sergeant he ever had. Despite their political differences, they forged a true comradeship in the trenches of the Western Front.

Michael Hughes, the writer and performer of this powerful play, unearths the hidden history of the forgotten soldiers of the First World War, men who were from five feet tall to those who were five feet, three inches in height. His character tells the story of how they were treated by friend and foe alike; they were given cast-off Boer War or Post Office blue uniforms, issued with ill-fitting boots, catcalled in the street and mocked and jeered as ‘petit soldat’ by the French.

Patrick brings home the grim reality of life and death in the trenches of the Western Front, constant shelling, German snipers, gas attacks, scouting raids, hand-to-hand combat, and his spell in hospital after suffering a wound where he witnesses men go into the operating theatre with two legs coming out with one, none or not coming out at all. The attrition grinds down the battalion. Of the thousand men who joined, only Patrick is left, so the numbers were replenished by men of regular height as most shorter men were unfit for service.

Patrick felt a keen sense of betrayal when news broke of the ‘rebellion in Dublin two years ago in Easter 1916’ – what we know today as the ‘Easter Rising’ – when ‘rebels with German rifles’ declared a Republic. ‘Why,’ he wanted to know, ‘were’t they here with us?’  Dublin was in flames. ‘Our lads fought the rebels and formed firing squads to shoot the ringleaders.’ Wistfully, he says, ‘I wish I didn’t know that.’

The Last Bantam brings home to a modern audience the brutal reality of trench warfare, the survival skills necessary, and the camaraderie that emerges between the men in the middle of the blood and the mud and the constant shelling. It puts a spotlight on the often-contradictory motivations of the men who served, especially those from Ireland.

History has been kind to the Dublin insurrections of 1916 and the Ulstermen of the 36th (Ulster) Division. Not so, the tens of thousands of Irishmen who served in the British Army in that conflict. Until recently, they were regarded at best as a national embarrassment. This play will help redress the balance. It deserves a wider audience.

Reviewed by David Kerr

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A Gay Masseur’s Guide to Happy Endings: Austin Jennings Boykin Takes Centre Stage

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Gag Writer: A Five‑Star Showcase of Wit, Warmth and Total Command

 

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Melissa Todd has lived a life that most people couldn’t make up, and Gag Writer turns that life into a lively hour. She’s warm, funny, and very good at pulling a room along with her.

It’s not the show I thought I was walking into, I’ll admit. I expected more exploration of the psychology of clients, the why behind the fantasies. Those moments are there and they’re genuinely intriguing, but they surface briefly before the next anecdote takes over.

Still, the audience was with her from start to finish. She has that easy rapport and never forces the laugh. One reenacted story with an unexpectedly talented audience volunteer, had the room in stitches. Beneath the humor, there’s a consistent theme about trust, honesty, and negotiated boundaries, which gives the show some grounding. It hints at what wider society might learn from the bdsm world.

The history snippets are a welcome texture too. I was intrigued by her account of how she entered the world of kink and her early interest in spanking and initiation as she herself was spanked at a Soho shop selling magazines devoted to that subject.

If I have a reservation, it’s only that I wanted more, more depth, not because what was there wasn’t good, it was, but because the deeper threads were so compelling. I loved here explanation of why some people craved pain, for example. That’s a critique born of interest rather than disappointment.

Gag Writer is funny, engaging, and refreshingly non-judgmental. It earns its audience and leaves you thinking after the laughs.

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Blip Blarp: An Alien Love Story Lands at the Fringe

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The fringe is often at its best when it throws you something you weren’t expecting, and Blip Blarp: An Alien Love Story does exactly that. Alicia Queen’s solo show is an inventive blend of physical theatre, clowning, dance, burlesque and multimedia that manages to be very funny while also exploring some very human feelings.

The set-up is delightfully absurd. Blip Blarp lands on Earth intending to conquer it by producing a thousand offspring, only to find that modern dating is far tougher than intergalactic conquest. What follows is a comic but unexpectedly touching scramble for love, acceptance, and connection.

One of the production’s greatest strengths is its imaginative use of technology, which creates a convincing sense of interaction beyond the solo performer. Queen’s physical performance is outstanding, comic, graceful, and unashamedly sensual when the story calls for it. I loved the music too!

There’s room for the humour to stretch into stranger or sharper territory, given how bold the premise already is.  Much of the humour has a deliberately dry edge, which suits the character, but a broader range of comic styles could widen its appeal. The audience when I attended was smaller than the show deserved, but this is one that warrants a much bigger crowd.

Cleverly conceived, technically inventive and anchored by a terrific central performance, Blip Blarp is bold and quintessentially Fringe.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Alice Fraser: Finding Light in the Dark with Oh Man!

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Alice Fraser’s Oh Man! is a masterclass in emotional excavation — a show that balances razor‑sharp wit with philosophical depth. Known for weaving comedy through grief, absurdity, and the strange tenderness of being human, Fraser invites audiences into a space where laughter and heartbreak coexist. As she returns to the Edinburgh Fringe, her latest work asks what it means to stay hopeful when the world feels unrecognisable.

Below, our conversation moves between the personal and the universal — a dialogue about storytelling, resilience, and the art of finding light in the dark.

You’ve always blurred the line between stand‑up and storytelling. What does that hybrid form let you say that straight comedy can’t? 

It lets me hold contradictions in the same breath. Comedy alone can deflect pain; storytelling can drown in it. When they meet, you get something closer to truth — laughter that doesn’t erase the ache but makes it bearable.

This show feels like a reckoning — a conversation with the world as it is now. What moment or feeling first sparked Oh Man!?

A sense of exhaustion, honestly. The world felt like it was shouting all the time, and I wanted to whisper back. The show began as a quiet question: how do we stay kind when everything around us rewards cruelty?

You often use humour to approach grief and moral complexity. How do you decide when to let the audience laugh and when to let them sit in silence?

You don’t decide — you listen. The audience tells you when they need air. Sometimes silence is the most generous thing you can give them.

There’s a philosophical undercurrent in your work — from ethics to empathy. Which thinkers or ideas have shaped how you write and perform?

I grew up on philosophy podcasts and Buddhist texts. I love the Stoics for their clarity and absurdists for their chaos. Mostly, I’m drawn to anyone who admits they don’t have the answers.

You’ve performed globally, but the Fringe has a particular energy. What does returning to Edinburgh mean for you at this stage of your career?

It’s like coming home to a house that’s constantly being rebuilt. Every year the walls shift, the neighbours change, and you still find your way back to the kitchen table.

Your shows often feel like letters to the future. What do you hope audiences carry with them after Oh Man! ends?

A feeling that the more broken things get, the more we need to look after each other. That tenderness isn’t weakness — it’s rebellion.

Comedy can be a kind of truth‑telling. What truths are you most interested in revealing right now?

That we’re all ridiculous and sacred at once. The truth isn’t tidy; it’s messy and human and full of contradictions.

You’ve spoken about the tension between sincerity and irony in modern culture. How do you keep sincerity alive onstage without it feeling sentimental?

By being specific. Sentimentality is vague; sincerity is precise. If you tell the truth exactly as you felt it, people recognise themselves in it.

If someone walked into Oh Man! expecting a traditional stand‑up hour, what do you hope they walk out with instead?

A sense that comedy can hold more than punchlines — that it can be a conversation, a confession, a shared breath.

What’s the idea or story that still feels too big, too dark, or too tender to tackle — at least for now?

The real story is too dark to tell until I’ve found the light in it. That’s the work — finding the light.

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Patient 13: A Darkly Funny Journey Through Illness, Independence and Magic Mushrooms

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Patient 13 is  a story that starts in a hospital ward, detours through a psychedelic clinical trial, and somehow lands in a place that feels both devastating and oddly hopeful. It’s the kind of show that makes you rethink the neat narratives we build around illness, independence, and the people we let close enough to hurt us.

Talking to Gail, you get the sense she’s spent years turning chaos into clarity — not by sanding down the rough edges, but by holding them up to the light. The humour is sharp, the honesty disarming, and the reflections feel lived‑in rather than curated. What follows is a conversation that moves between trauma, mushrooms, medical authority, dating, and the strange business of becoming a new version of yourself while the old one is still watching.

“I got rid of all the toxic people and there was no one left.” Were you laughing at the absurdity of that line, or grieving the truth inside it?

Both, the line exposes the nuance and extremes of human relationships: isolation v independence; trust v self care. As a “chronically” independent person, my impulse is to retreat when I feel I can’t trust someone. Sometimes that is the right decision, sometimes not. In the real events of Patient 13, I struggled to find the balance. What are the right boundaries? What happens when “there is no one left?” I had to ask myself if I went too far. After all, no one is perfect. We can’t do everything alone and it is possible to grow in a relationship.

Your cancer diagnosis pushed you into a clinical trial involving magic mushrooms. What was the moment you realised this experience was theatrical?

The psychedelic trip (or the dosing, as the doctors call it) was an intense download of epiphanies — one was that I missed performing and that I should write jokes again. Years later, when I returned to NYC storytelling stages, the first story I told was one called “The Dosing.” The audience loved it, so that was encouraging. Several people have told me that it was the best performance of a psychedelic trip they’d ever seen. And it’s accurate because the doctors made me write everything down. And now it’s in the play!

The show is darkly satirical, but the trauma underneath is real. How do you protect yourself emotionally while performing something so close to the bone?

The play goes by much faster than the real life events and now I already know the ending is happy, so that’s a plus.

There’s a line in the play that also reflects my pragmatic approach, then and now: “there’s no time to cry, I’m CEO of Gail’s biggest decision ever.” So, even back then, there was/is a breakneck urgency to move forward, to deal with the decisions, the treatments and still have some fun. I’ve always tried to approach life as an adventure, even in tough times. This will make more sense when you see the show.

As an author, the experience has transformed into emotional beats, a complete narrative. While there is some trauma and sadness, it feels like I’m reliving and sharing personal growth, as lessons are learned and action is taken. Overall it’s an empowering and joyful tale, an adventure. The humor is constant, so we’re laughing together at the absurdity of life. I like to say that the show helps me do the show.

I expect that performing almost every day for 23 days in Edinburgh may present a different challenge. I plan to sit in the meadows, hug a tree, find a yoga class or a fellow human to ground me.

You describe yourself as fiercely independent. What did psychedelics reveal about the version of yourself you’d been clinging to? As I mentioned above, I may have gone too far in my independence, especially post cancer treatment. It’s not easy to return to “normal life” after facing mortality and being treated for cancer. For me at least, I wanted to have deep conversations, not just get back to the mundane routine of living. And I think I judged certain people who didn’t behave the way I thought they should. The psychedelics helped me see the bigger picture.

The psychedelics reminded me that we’re all doing our best. And that we are all connected, like it or not. This is a lesson I still have to remember. It’s been long enough that I can slip back into old patterns. Doing the show feels a bit like tripping as the profound truths need to be repeated. It’s fun and enlightening for me and the audience.

The play is also about dating while your identity is shifting. What did illness change about intimacy and desire?

Hmm. I was raised in Oklahoma, in an environment where I was taught to suppress my own feelings, to always put other people first. Over time, this manifests as being a “people pleaser,” which can lead to personal neglect and shame. So, I haven’t always been good at standing up for myself or even recognizing that I should defend my own feelings.

However, facing mortality offers a certain immediate clarity. Suddenly, I had to put myself first — it was literally life or death. Suddenly, I had to ask “is this person good for me?” rather than “how do I make them happy?” The illness forced me into a dramatic self-love that was long overdue. It also turned me into a bit of an introvert, a better listener, and a philosopher. I love this new version of myself and want to keep those elements.

You’ve said you think of your audience as “close friends.” What does friendship mean in this context?

It means we can trust each other. I’m honest about my experience, sharing my vulnerabilities, mistakes, and lessons. In the play, my audience (aka my friends) often see my mistakes before I do. Like life. As their friend, I’m warm and welcoming, protecting them from trauma by adding humor to the “scary” parts. It’s like we are living the events together. What’s more fun than hanging out with friends?! In this case, I get to do all the talking, but it’s not considered rude. When I’ve hung out with the audience after, I joke that it’s their turn to talk for an hour.

Dan Oliverio talks about institutionalised fear and loneliness. What fear felt institutional to you, and what fear felt entirely your own?

The institutional fears that I deal with in Patient 13 are things like questioning the medical authority, power figures. For example, I faced an arrogant doctor who didn’t listen, and seemed to want to scare me into following a healthcare protocol generalised to fit the masses rather than an individual.

On a more personal level, I was fearful due to the uncertainty of a contradictory diagnosis, with treatment supervised by a doctor that I didn’t trust. The question became, do I have to do everything that an authority tells me to do? I was suspicious of his bravado and condescending demeanour. It didn’t feel like I was a person to him. I was more afraid of chemo and radiation than of psychedelics.

Patient 13 arrives as the UK debates psychedelic treatment. How does it feel to have your story intersect with a political turning point?

It feels fantastic to share my story at a time when it can be most useful. It’s synchronicity, a happy accident to be relevant. I hope that the Patient 13 show helps UK audiences see one example of how psilocybin treatment might work. There are documentaries out there, but this play enables people to take a real life journey with me as a patient. Beyond entertainment, I want the show to be a service, such that it helps the audience find more clarity in their own lives and decisions.

When I participated in the study, most people in the US were skeptical about psychedelic therapy. The stigma was so strong that the hospital had a hard time finding cancer patients to participate. Perhaps the UK debate is at that stage now. So again, happy relevance.

The show grew from storytelling nights in New York. What stayed from those early versions?

The early versions were merged into a greater narrative arc. Many little situational jokes stayed, because I know they work. But the endings were cut and reshaped. Beginnings were expanded. The transitions were fun and tedious to write to ensure that they pulled the separate pieces together in a bigger story. This experience has helped me grow as a writer and performer.

If the version of you who first received the diagnosis could watch Patient 13 today, what do you hope she’d recognise?

First off, Version One of Gail would be relieved that I/we survived. Secondly, I think she’d be thrilled and impressed that the New Version Gail managed to follow through with this project and that it is entertaining and helping people. She’d like me to get rid of some toxic people.

Version One Gail would like the jokes. Even in the midst of trauma, she saw the funny. She’d like that New Version now shares that sense of humor with a broader audience. After the diagnosis and during treatment, she never wanted pity and still wanted to be a normal person who has fun. New Gail continues that tradition, which I think people can relate to on multiple levels.

Both Versions believe that you don’t stop living just because you think you might die. Sometimes “healthy” people can be inadvertently condescending to people who are fighting an illness. It’s a weird division. Patient 13 brings light to these nuances. Version one of Gail would be proud.

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