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Body Parts: A Simple, Human Story of Repairing What’s Broken

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★★★★★  Body Parts is a small, honest, and quietly powerful Fringe show about a family trying to rebuild itself after a loss. A mother travels to rural Scotland, alongside one daughter, to visit another daughter who has bought a rundown house with her inheritance. The house is falling apart, and so are the relationships inside it. That’s the heart of the piece: people trying to fix things when they’re not sure how.

The story centres on four characters who are all dealing with their own turning points. Carmel is determined to make a fresh start, even if the house she’s chosen is barely standing. Margot tries to support her, though she sees the cracks clearly. Russell, Carmel’s on‑off boyfriend, is stuck between wanting to help and not knowing where he fits. And May, the mother, watches all of this with a mixture of worry, affection, and a growing sense of her own needs.

One of the strongest parts of the show is how it handles self‑acceptance. There’s a moment where May asks to be photographed so she can draw herself honestly. It’s simple, but it says a lot about how she’s trying to see herself again after years of putting everyone else first. Her relationship with her daughters also has real depth, especially with Margot, who has converted to Islam. It’s treated with respect and adds an additional, natural cultural layer to the family dynamic.

The show also uses physical theatre in a way that feels grounded rather than gimmicky. A scene where the women crawl across the floor stands out — it’s a clear picture of how stuck they all are, and how hard they’re trying to move forward.

The writing feels real. You can tell it’s been shaped by personal experience. The conversations sound like things families actually say when they’re tired, frustrated, or trying their best. The show asks a good question: what do you need when you’ve run out of wanting? It doesn’t force an answer, but it gives you plenty to think about.

There’s also some clever use of technology — facial‑mapping, sound, and projection — but it never takes over. It supports the story rather than showing off. That’s rare at the Fringe, and it’s done well here.

The cast work strongly as an ensemble. They play the tensions and the small moments of connection with a natural ease. Nothing feels exaggerated or over‑acted.

Body Parts is a thoughtful, well‑performed piece about ageing, faith, self‑worth, and the messy ways families try to support each other. It’s simple, human, and quietly moving. And it leaves you wanting to see what this writer does next.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Paris in a Jazz Age Captures the Smoke, Swing and Soul of 1920s Paris

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 Some Fringe shows try to recreate an era with props and posture. Paris in a Jazz Age does it with mood. From the moment Airlie Scott steps into the light as Eloise DeFleur, you feel the room tilt gently toward 1920s Paris and on — that heady mix of smoke, swing, and possibility. It’s not a history lecture. It’s a feeling. And the show gets that feeling right.

Airlie has an easy command of the space. She doesn’t force the character; she lets Eloise arrive naturally, as if she’s been living in the wings for decades and has finally decided to wander out and talk. There’s a warmth to her storytelling, a softness in the way she lets memories unfold. Nothing rushed. Nothing over‑played. Just a woman looking back at the city that shaped her.

The music is where the show really breathes. The Hot Jazz Vagabonds are the real thing — proper hot‑club swing, the kind of nimble, conversational playing that makes you sit up a little straighter. Alan Gibson’s bass keeps everything steady; David Ahmed and Andy Ruiz Palma’s guitars dance around each other with that unmistakable Django shimmer; Pete Watson’s accordion folds the whole sound in Parisian colour. It’s a band that knows exactly what it’s doing.

One of the highlights for me was “Blue Skies”, a Josephine Baker song from 1937. It’s one of my favourite vocal jazz numbers anyway, but Airlie gives it a lovely lift — bright, hopeful, almost conspiratorial. You can hear the optimism of early‑20s Paris in the way she phrases it, that sense of a city opening its arms to anyone bold enough to step inside.

The show also touches on songs that speak directly to the city itself — pieces like “I Love Paris”, which fits the tone perfectly. It’s one of those numbers that carries the whole sweep of the place in a few bars: the romance, the melancholy, the sense that the city is always slightly larger than your own life. Hearing it in this context feels right. It’s not just a standard; it’s a love letter folded into the set.

The rest of the repertoire moves through the music that defined the era: gypsy jazz standards, early swing, touches of French chanson, and those American Songbook classics that drifted across the Atlantic and settled into the clubs. Airlie has spoken about building the show around songs she loves from those traditions, and you can feel that affection. Nothing feels like filler. Every number earns its place.

What gives the show its shape is the memoir framing — Eloise arriving in Paris in 1920, finding her voice, losing people she loved, watching the city change under Occupation, and carrying on because that’s what Paris demanded. It’s lightly handled, never heavy, but it gives the music emotional weight. A song isn’t just a song; it’s a chapter.

There’s a moment, late in the show, where Airlie shifts from glamour to something quieter. It’s subtle, but it lands. You realise you’ve been listening not just to a performer but to a woman who has lived through joy and uncertainty and still finds reasons to sing. That’s the heart of the piece.

By the end, you feel you’ve spent an hour in Paris — not the postcard version, but the one built from late‑night cafés, warm laughter, and songs that stay with you. It’s a lovely thing to walk out of Surgeons’ Hall with.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Celtic Tales Blends Folk Tunes and Highland Legends with Heart

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★★★★★ Celtic Tales is one of those Fringe shows that doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel — it just sits you down, plays you good music, tells you a few stories, and lets you enjoy yourself. And honestly, there’s something refreshing about that.

Elsa and Gary have a lovely, easy chemistry on stage. The husband‑and‑wife banter is funny without ever tipping into performance shtick; it’s just them, teasing each other the way couples do, and the audience laps it up. It breaks up the music and the folklore nicely, giving the whole thing a relaxed, fireside feel.

The music is the backbone of the show. Elsa’s fiddle work is bright and confident, and when she starts layering sounds with the loop pedal, the room warms up immediately. Gary’s accompaniment keeps everything grounded. Even if you walked in knowing nothing about Celtic myths, you’d still enjoy the tunes.

The stories themselves are a mixed bag in the best way — some eerie, some gentle, all delivered with a light touch. I especially liked the tale of the Blue Men of the Minch, those storm‑calling sea spirits who challenge ship captains with riddles. It’s a cracking bit of folklore, and the riddle element gives it a playful tension that Elsa leans into. You can feel the room lean forward, waiting to hear whether the captain gets it right.

Then there’s the Ghillie Dhu, the shy little forest elf who guides a lost child home. It’s a softer story, almost tender, and it balances the darker sea‑myth nicely. Kids would love this one — it’s got that storybook quality that sticks.

And that’s worth saying plainly: this is a genuinely good show for children. The myths are vivid, the music lively, and the humour gentle. Nothing drags, nothing gets too heavy, and at around 45 minutes it’s exactly the right length for younger attention spans.

Not everything lands perfectly. The background graphics could do with a bit of work — they’re functional, but they don’t match the richness of the music or the atmosphere of the stories. A more imaginative visual design would lift the whole thing. The scripting, too, could be tighter. A few transitions feel a little loose.

Celtic Tales is warm, friendly, and full of heart. It’s the kind of Fringe show you can take the whole family to without worrying about content or pacing. You get good music, a handful of myths, a bit of laughter, and a couple on stage who clearly enjoy performing together. Sometimes that’s all you need.

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Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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