Some people queuing for Des Bishop thought they had bought tickets for Liverpool superstar John Bishop. Despite the confusion I doubt if they were disappointed.
This Irish-American’s show is one of the most powerful on the Fringe, packing both an emotional wallop and a heap of laughs.
My Dad Was Nearly James Bond launches with Bishop explaining how his devilishly handsome father Mike was a whisker away from landing the movie that went to George Lazenby. Instead he bagged a licence to be a bit-part actor — the back of his head had a pivotal role in Day of the Triffids — but sacrificed his own ambitions to raise his family. Recently however, Bishop Snr was diagnosed with terminal cancer. This monologue is both a tribute to him and a wider reflection on the complexity of parenthood.
The result is a crisp piece of comedy theatre. Film footage complements anecdotes as Bishop Jnr, similarly cool in a tuxedo, recalls the shifting power balance in his chaotic clan. Along the way there are umpteen snappy asides about Bishop’s own testicular cancer, his drink-fuelled youthful misbehaviour and his discovery that his perfect parent was mortal. A great hour with a sublime finale that leaves you with a lump in your throat and a smile on your face.
Until August 29. Information: 0131 226 0000, www.edfringe.com
Des Bishop
Assembly @ George Street
