RICHARD HERRING IS ALL MAN
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In 1993 he revealed a penchant for Boney M. Last year he ungirthed his not inconsiderable gut. And this time round, he's come clean over his own deeply entrenched sense of puerility. Like we hadn't noticed. Richard Herring's Edinburgh shows have become an annual feast of frivolity, and none more so than this rites-of-passage lager saga. His knack is to come up with a kind of ramshackle post-modern Carry On time and again. Just how funny is the planet "Uranus"? Just how funny is Richard Herring? The two appear to be inextricably linked.
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