Edinburgh Festival Fringe Scotsman review (comedy): George Ryegold: Iron Face In A Velvet Beard at Underbelly, Bristo Square (venue 300). Review by Kate Copstick
We are a quiet crowd and palpably unsure of some of the good doctor’s more outré suggestions. Dr George Ryegold, still on extended leave from professional duties for reasons that are at present sub judice, has, I am delighted to report, lost none of his dispeptic misanthropy. Much of our hour’s consultation with him revolves around drug-taking (recreational of course) and I feel that the lack of laughter was probably due to people’s unwillingness to reveal their familiarity with some of the more unsavoury situations conjured up by the good doctor – he is not so much close to the bone as shaving slices off it. But trust him, he is a doctor.
This year, after giving us the benefit of his thoughts on Peaches Geldof, Oscar Pistorius and the upside of austerity, George posits an unusual solution to the problems between, as he calls them Johnny Israel and Barry Palestine. He has solid scientific back-up for his suggestion and even gives a helpful demonstration of the administration technique for the particular zinc supplements he believes will bring about peace in our time.
Go and be roundly abused by Doctor George – you’ll feel better for it.
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Originally published in The Scotsman