Ey up. You ever seen Yorkshire launched into space? No? Well buckle up love, ’cause this show’s got more lift-off than a chip butty in zero gravity.
Pat Rascal: Space Gravy is on at the Underbelly and it’s daft in the best way. The premise? A young lad called Yorkshire Yorkie Yorkshireson Humberside-Smith (aye, that’s his full name – poor sod must need two passports) dreams of sendin’ God’s Own County all the way to Mars. And he’s draggin’ Bradford along for the ride.
From the moment it starts, you’re grinnin’ like a whippet in a pie shop. This isn’t just a show – it’s a full-blown theatrical mission to the stars, packed with props, puppets, and performances that’d knock your flat cap clean off.
The cast? Spot on. Their comedic timing was sharper than Aunt Maureen’s tongue on a Sunday roast. Multi-rolin’, high-kickin’, character-swappin’ like it were nowt. And the props? I’ve seen less luggage at Leeds Bradford Airport.
They even got the audience involved – and not in the awkward “oh no, they’re pickin’ me” way. Proper good fun, like bein’ roped into your mate’s daft scheme down the pub after three pints.
Honestly, time flew faster than a pigeon late for bingo. The whole room were howlin’. Laughter, nostalgia, Yorkshire references – what more d’ya want?
If you’re a fan of Yorkshire, silliness, or just fancy leavin’ the venue with sore cheeks from grinnin’, this is your must-see Fringe pick. It’s bonkers, brilliant, and as Northern as a cuppa at your nan’s.
Five stars. No question. Mark my words – this show’s goin’ places. Maybe even all the way to t’Moon. Bobs your uncle, gravy’s your fuel.
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