‘Fuck you!’ the excellent Alex Eddington yells from the stage – and we’re laughin’. �This is TJ Dawe’s Tired Clich�s, one of those shows that still make the Fringe an event worth sampling, despite the festival’s own efforts to undo itself. �A guy spinning stories about the birth of the Methodist church?! �Gimme a break! �This is no theatre, this is Sunday service. �Let’s hope the venerable festival shakes off this madness. �Back to the play. �Practically no reviewer has ever understood what it is – a superbly wrought, scathing and witty satire on modern capitalism and its inhumane and dehumanizing mechanisms. �Outwardly, it is an elegantly convoluted tale of a young graduate working for minimum wage. �The beginning seems wacky, yet bit by bit everything falls into place: vomiting cats, vulgarisms, bicycles, and all. �The narrative pulls no punches, is cruelly funny and Eddington gives a virtuoso performance.

Four out of five stars.