Rich Hall and Dave Fulton present The Terry Dullum Appeal, Assembly Rooms, Supper Room
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Your support makes all the difference.It's not all glamour for a Perrier award-winner. In the months following his triumph, Rich Hall has travelled the world as a corporate shill, meeting bottlers, marketers, and in the Midwest of America, the unfortunate Terry Dullum, son of a local distributor and seven-year-old Tourette's victim (see, you're laughing already).
So this notional charity show (Terry has an actual lobster-claw rather than a right hand, by the way) is the perfect excuse for some refined knockabout nonsense from Hall and his chum Dave Fulton, whose set majoring on British regional stereotypes, all mumbled without apparent pause for breath, is astonishingly perceptive and correspondingly well-received.
Mike Wilmot's guest turn as Dullum Senior is effortlessly crude, as befits a regional drinks magnate several thousand miles out of his depth, but the highlight has to be Hall in the guise of Terry's favourite WWF wrestler, "Rainmaker", struggling to bring gravitas to the infamous poetry of the Alaskan singer Jewel. (Her collection of McGonagall-standard verse is the best-selling such tome in American publishing history, ahead of Edgar Allan Poe and Walt Whitman. Honestly.) He needs that shiny purple mask in order to keep a straight face when reading the likes of "Sausages".
This may be no more than an excuse for an hour of cheap laughs, but there sure are plenty of them.
Venue 3, 0131-226 2428, to 27 August, 23.45 (00.45)
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