When you walk into the venue in the Pleasance Courtyard, Robin Clyfan and Charlie Partridge are already on stage to greet you and throw party poppers, prompting whoops of joy when an audience member catches one successfully, and deriding anyone who pops one off too early. It’s quite a dangerous gambit, really; the temptation to pull the string and detonate the device remains strong throughout the performance. It’s a high-energy beginning, though, and the spirited mood rarely lets up. What follows is a series of silly sketches, all played against an overarching storyline that Robin is indeed going to die at the end of the show, for some reason. In between, there are sketches about annoyingly righteous vegans at a dinner party, ‘mind-blowing’ slam poetry, and dance-fuelled celebrations of bad jokes. All the while the countdown to Robin’s death ticks on, somehow leading to a confusing romance between Robin and the personification of Death itself.
Robin and Partridge are a charmingly ramshackle pair, and there’s an air of relaxed unprofessionalism to the sketches. A few of them feel a bit clichéd, although the duo are quick to acknowledge this directly. The central premise is also rather flimsy. Luckily, they are both likable enough as performers to make even the most hapless scenarios take off. Their energy and eagerness rarely ever leave them, and ultimately save the show by providing an ending with just as much energy as its beginning. Despite some misgivings, this is still an enjoyable hour of nonsense with a pair of jovial eccentrics.