Reprising the Soho Theatre show from last Christmas (or indeed, this January for me), it’s hard to imagine that this didn’t originate as a late night Edinburgh show, to be honest. That being said, this is a much more tightly sprung show than free-form knockabout. It’s got some of the stupidest best jokes of the Fringe, the exact kind of thing I like. Adam Riches has nailed playing variants of himself, even when that variant is nominally Michael Ball. John Kearns plays hangdog beautifully. I never want to see the real thing.