THE creepy-faced ginger whinger is back - feeling bitter, paranoid and seemingly on the brink of hanging up his mic for good.
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ASSEMBLY ROOMS, GEORGE STREET
Actually, that last bit may or may not be true - but Andrew Lawrence certainly left the audience wondering whether or not he’s on the verge of a meltdown.
But before that weird and slightly uncomfortable ending (in he which told us he’s close to throwing in the towel on his career) there were a lot of laughs to be had.
Indeed, for the first 45 minutes, Lawrence was on fine form, blending his trademark macabre humour and witty anecdotes to grand effect.
When he gets into his stride - about 15 minutes in following some hilarious audience banter - he is in a class of his own.
As ever, his flair for funny voices got big laughs, but the best moments were when he went off on those brilliantly dark, trademark rants of his (the Commonwealth Games losers, vegans, loan sharks, people who practice one upmanship - they all get it in a relentless tirade of pent-up ire).
In amongst all that, Lawrence reflected a lot on his career to date and pondered: is it time to quit?
One of his bug bears is that his career hasn’t taken the same route as some of his multi-millionaire contemporaries - and as bitter as this might sound, he’s got a point.
Andrew Lawrence is in a different league to the Michael McIntyres of this world, and it would be the Fringe’s loss were this to be his farewell.
Until 24 August