With a Cheshire Cat grin and a dramatic plumage of hair, Tom Ward holds the stage as only one who knows he’s exactly where he should be can.
The audience can’t help but warm to Ward as he plays out his act with indulgent weirdness and undeniable good nature. He picks out the everyday and elevates it to new heights, mourning the spillages from a once-trusty tupperware, and embodying his fundamentalist Christian mother in one of the most hilarious moments of the show.
Utilising sound effects and song clips, he performs his unique material with easy confidence and it would be easy to forget that this is his first solo hour.
His simple show is a complete joy, and it’s late spot in the schedule makes it the perfect opportunity to reignite your love for the Fringe after a long day of darting around the crowds of the Old Town.
Words: Chiara Margiotta
Tom Ward: Sex, Snails and Cassette Tapes, Pleasance Courtyard, 3-28 August (not 15), 9.45pm