An Evening With Gregor Fisher, The Pavilion, Glasgow. Thursday 23rd April, 2026

 

Well, this is all very jolly. A packed Pavilion Theatre to see one of the nation's warmly respected comic actors. And a fine evening it was, so it was. 

The images from Gregor's life and career
scrolled across the screen in both directions.

Things I learned:

Gregor is adopted, grew up in a working-class family in Neilston and met his wife at RSAMD.

He had a heart attack and collapsed while living in France. He came round to see that he was surrounded by French firemen and thought he was done for; that his wife had phoned the wrong emergency service.

He first met Rikki Fulton at Dundee and does an excellent impression of the man with whom he worked on numerous occasions.

He took the part of Grandpa Potts in the West End version of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang because he had a massive tax bill. He didn't enjoy the trudge of eight shows a week.

His Cowardly Lion costume in The Wizard of Oz couldn't be washed, so to mask the smell, the costume department used to spray it with Febreze.

While not exactly starstruck by Richard Burton himself, he did acknowledge how others reacted to him: the cast and crew applauded him the moment he appeared on set during the filming of 1984.  

Al Pacino is a great actor, but he does live in Pacino-world.

Gregor was amazed by the power of social media when, during the filming of Whiskey Galore! Eddie Izzard sold out a show in Banff in less than twenty minutes. In Banff!  

He knew that Rab C Nesbitt was class, the moment he read the script. Such funny, truthful and poetic writing. Alan Yentob fought hard to keep it on the air when others thought it was too regional.

The seventy-two-year-old Gregor would tell his twenty-year-old self to be more fearless with his career. He regrets turning down many offers, thinking "It's not for me", such as the RSC.

Spoilers: The next series of Only Child features a scene in which Ken (Gregor) is discovered in a coffin in his living room. Hopefully, not in the last episode.  

Nigel West provided excellent questions to keep the evening on track, wording them differently on occasion from other nights on the tour to keep Gregor on his toes, a detail Gregor was not slow to challenge. The relationship remained warm.

At the end of the evening, Gregor received a standing ovation from his home crowd. 

Ticket Price: £24.50 x 2 plus Service fee £3.95 = £52.95 from Trafalgar Tickets.

Selected Preshow music:

Love Is All Around by Wet Wet Wet

Rhythm of My Heart by Runrig

Real Gone Kid by Deacon Blue

Walking On The Waves by Skipinnish

Tinseltown in the Rain by The Blue Nile

 

Interval music:

Why Does It Always Rain On Me by Travis

Stuck in the Middle With You by Stealers Wheel

Life With You by The Proclaimers

Roll To Me by Del Amitri

Take Her In Your Arms by Trail West

Far Side of the World by Tide Lines

Stevie Martin "Clout", The Stand, Glasgow. Wednesday 22nd April, 2026

The drive in was fine tonight. Only a couple of wacky drivers couldn't decide which lane they needed to be in. We found a parking spot nearby and walked to the venue, arriving at 7.20 pm. The show was sold out. The queue stretched outside the venue. 

Fortunately, they opened the doors almost as soon as we arrived (they never open on time). Inside, the room is laid out without the usual tables. It's chairs only, in tight rows, stretching to the back of the room (no area curtained off). We sit in the fifth row, uncomfortably close to the people beside us and in front. Sightlines are good, though.  

Recently, I have been fascinated by the music playing before comedy shows, seeking any themes that are being suggested. I almost forgot to note them tonight, so these are the last three before the show started:

Don't Start Now by Dua Lipa

Get Shaky by The Ian Carey Project

Lights On (feat Ms Dynamite) by Katy B

All upbeat, fast numbers. 

 Then this slide appeared on the screen:

That playlist title is genius.

Looking closer at the sidebar, we discover other gems:

This bodes well. I have never seen Stevie live before. I only know her from her TV appearances on Taskmaster, Mitchell and Webb Are Not Helpful and Richard Osman's House of Games. I am aware she is married to comedian Adam Riches. I have only watched a few of her online sketches.

We have an unadvertised support act: Krystal Evans. I know her shtick from her show "The Hottest Girl in Bandcamp", and this material forms the basis for most of this set. Doesn't mean it's not funny. These are her bankers, with a few new ones thrown in for testing. She has grown in confidence on stage since I last saw her. She looks slimmer, too. Divorce looks good on her.

The music in the interval includes:

To Lose a Life by White Lies

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Broken Man by St Vincent

The Hardest Button to Button by The White Stripes.

Then Stevie bounces onto the stage, full of energy, wearing an Inter Milan tracksuit, her ringed thumb poking through her sleeve and carrying her phone and clicker in her other hand. Her long hair is now brown and tied back in a ponytail. She talks nineteen to the dozen, throwing out funny remarks and smiling a lot as she explains who she is for those who don't know. 

She resembles one of my former patients, with her quick mouth, bouncy energy, smart-casual clothing and the way she repeatedly rubs her nose, sniffs and touches her face, her eyes sparkling but glazed. I'm not saying Stevie snorted any illicit drugs before the show. Perhaps this is how she is wired. It doesn't detract from how funny she is. And her teeth are nice.

She has packed her show with detail. She shows us a silly slide. We laugh. She points out a minute detail we missed. We laugh harder. She plays with callbacks, adding to the insanity she is creating. It's all fun stuff.

What is the show about? Difficult to say. She developed as an online comedian, a slave to the algorithm, chasing views and likes, but the dopamine hit she got from an online lol or hahahahahaha comment (or hohohoho from the Christmas worker from Lapland) fell way short of that feeling of performing live on stage in front of her audience. She's thankful to Taskmaster for bringing her an audience (doesn't mention Mitchell & Webb, perhaps as she and the cast not named in the show title have been dropped from the second series). I think, ultimately, she wanted to make us laugh in whatever way she could. 

I don't know how she maintained her high energy level for the hour, but she did. The show felt like a race. My wife thought it was just okay; superficial laughter that she enjoyed but didn't need to experience again. I disagreed. I was thrilled by the show. And I was only on Paracetamol.

Ticket Price: 2 x £20 plus Booking Fee £1.60 = £41.60 directly from The Stand.

Tyketto "Closer to the Sun" UK Tour, The Garage, Glasgow. Tuesday 21st April, 2026.

A Tuesday night gig at The Garage: the queue is down as far as the Gentings Casino by the time we arrive. The doors are due to open at 7 pm, with Collateral on stage at 7.15. The entry process is smooth, and, bypassing the merch room, we make our way to the main hall, where we end up five-deep at the front.

A couple are on my left, the woman as short as the man is tall. Her view of the stage is good until a white-haired pensioner with hearing aids, thick-rimmed specs on a cord, and a walking stick shuffles through the crowd and stops right in front of her. The husband is irate, demanding that the man move, which he doesn't. There's no room. The pensioner brasses it out and stays where he is, forcing the unhappy pair to slide over.

Collateral both look and sound great once my ears adjust to the room. Frontman Angelo Tristan packs charisma with a fine voice. He brings the energy, demanding we raise our game so they can fulfil their role in warming us up. He succeeds. A great start.

However, my photos are shite.

Collateral

It doesn't take long for Warrior Soul to sap that energy. Their intro takes forever before the lead singer joins them on stage. I wished he hadn't. If you're going to copy the look of David Coverdale and the dance moves of David Lee Roth, you shouldn't do it as they are now - vocally strained and arthritic. Any singing voice this man had is long gone. He still bears the demeanour of a rock god, but I quickly grow tired of his shouting into the mic. I don't mean in a death metal way. This is not death metal. If anything, this is the death of metal. The solos the guitarist shreds sound more like instrument abuse than music. If I'd had a magic amp, I'd have rubbed it and wished them to stop. Forever. As I haven't, I close my eyes and wait for it to be over. Interminable!

Warrior Soul - look at us, we used to be middlingly famous

This rather dampens my feelings towards Tyketto. As does the clean-shaven Hagrid in a leather jacket, who uses his heft to push forward to stand in front of the girl beside me. She taps him on the shoulder. He pretends not to notice. She taps more insistently. He turns and fake apologises, edging over slightly. She still can't see. She tells him to do one. He relents and eventually slides sideways to be a pain in front of someone else. (He returned during the set, standing in front of the couple on my other side, but the husband, who was as tall as him, 'encouraged' him to keep going. I didn't see where Hagrid went after this - hopefully home.)

Tyketto frontman Danny Vaughn is a humble soul. He appreciates how the fans have stuck with them for their thirty-five years. He's retained a powerful voice and his sense of humour, and is an easy presence to like. I'm not overly familiar with their music, though I did give the new album a couple of listens (it's a grower). The hardcore fans sing along, while I try to work out what the words are. The talented guitarist keeps playing at the side of the stage, out of the spotlight, which is a bit frustrating. I don't think he realises he's in shadow. 

I don't attempt to shoot any video footage. Too many heads at the same level as mine. Besides, the tall bloke to my right seems to have his phone permanently on record, with an unobstructed view of the stage, so his footage will be superior to mine. Let's hope he shares it on YouTube.

Mr Video

I never managed to snag a photo of the setlist, but noticed a poster of the stage times behind the bar. The barmaid saw me taking the picture, asked if I wanted it, and handed it over. Tyketto never stuck to the 'strict curfew', finishing at 10.45 pm.

The Garage printer needs a new ink cartridge.

Overall, the gig was fine, but I would have enjoyed it more without Warrior Soul's set. 

Setlist:

Rescue Me

Wings

Burning Down Inside

Higher Than High

Strength in Numbers

Reach

Closer to the Sun

The Run

We Rise

Circle the Wagons

Seasons (preceded by the opening verse/ chorus of "Stuck in the Middle with You" by Steelers Wheel)

Harleys & Indians (Riders in the Sky) (Roxette cover)

Standing Alone

Lay Your Body Down

The Brave

Forever Young

Ticket Price: unknown (Bob owes me for tickets, and I owe him. It balances out in the end). 

 

Lucy Darling: Simply Darling - City Halls Grand Hall, Glasgow. Sunday 19th April, 2026

Traffic chaos on Glasgow's High Street, with several surrounding roads closed, meant performing a U-turn and trying to find another way in. We eventually parked on Montrose Street, then walked down the steep hill to the City Halls. 

When we arrived, lots of weirdos were smoking outside the venue. They had weird haircuts in weird colours and wore weird clothes. Surely they weren't here for Lucy? Was there some weird act next door at The Old Fruitmarket? 

No, they were here for Lucy. She describes her typical demographic as polyamorous D&D players, which gives you some vague idea about those present. 

Inside, we find our seats and swelter. Initially, I think I have a fever and dread the return of Covid, but then I overhear the ladies behind me complain about how hot it is. Elsewhere, people are using their tickets as fans. 

Keekaboo

I'm surprised to see Robert White as Lucy's Musical Accompaniment for the tour. I've witnessed him before. He's an odd fellow, but can be funny. His role is minor, though. Lucy is the star. She uses him to segue between sections of the show. 

My second surprise is in discovering that this really isn't a magic show. It's so light on Magic, it should be called a crowd-work show. Thankfully, we are in row S, well away from Lucy's prying.

The sound in the room isn't great, so I'm grateful for the captions on the giant screen behind her. The AI producing the subtitles occasionally misunderstands what was said, making some doozy mistakes, mishearing 'sheath' for 'sheep' in relation to the adjective 'penile'.  

Tonight, Lucy struck gold in selecting Mark in the front row as her main stooge. His banter and performance stole the show. From the vague job title he couldn't talk about to his golf habit, and his wife of thirty years not caring how much he flirted with Stephen, the stranger on his left, the laughs kept coming.  

Jenny, her other stooge, was an unhappy radiographer whose most unusual object she discovered during an X-ray was a deodorant spray bottle. She also mentioned finding dominoes up someone, too.

Lucy asked whether she meant the Pizza or the game. When told 'the game', Lucy replied, "Did the rest tumble out after the first?" She is exceedingly quick-witted.

She got Mark and Jenny to act out a play for her, rewarding them with the first magic trick of the night, pouring each of them a different, randomly selected cocktail from a single cocktail shaker. That old chestnut. 

Stephen, the camp gentleman on Mark's left side, was selected to pick up Lucy's handkerchief (catchphrase: "Oh, no"). He also got a kiss from Lucy's camp cameraman, much to Mark's fake outrage.

After the interval, those in the audience who could stand performed Lucy's dance, which was filmed for later posting on social media. I didn't participate. Lucy also answered the audience's questions, picking a few at random from a jar, before answering her three favourites. The girls behind me wanted to know how she would deal with an arsehole neighbour, but she didn't answer that one.

A trick with dice leading to selecting a particular animated star on the screen seemed weak, despite the overblown storytelling around it. Maybe I'm a little jaded when it comes to these outcome tricks. 

Robert White did get to show off his schtick for improvising funny songs to summarise how the performance had gone, incorporating specific elements such as the penile sheath reference. I loved the bit when he appeared to be playing the piano and walked away, only for the music to continue.  

Would I do it again? Yes, probably. As a comedy show, she is funny, but I would have preferred a little more magic.

Ticket Price (for two) : £95.00 & Facility Fee £3.00 & Service Charge £12.20 & Transaction Fee £2.50 = Total: £112.70 from AXS

Seb Lowe, La Belle Angele, Edinburgh. Wednesday 15th April, 2026

 

After a pleasant drive to Edinburgh, arriving at 6.30 pm for a 7pm doors, I park at the Pleasance and head to the venue. I'm fifth in the queue, until security points out to the person at the front that the queue is actually up the steps, past The Mash House (who also have a gig on). It's not just up the steps. It's around the block, too. I end up on Chambers Street, parallel to the venue, within sight of the National Museum of Scotland. I guess I'll not be on the barrier tonight.

And I wasn't. Lots of tall people down the front, so no videos either.

First up is Kate Couriel (Seb Lowe's violinist and backing singer). This is her very first live performance as a solo artist. She's accompanied by Rory (?) from the band on keyboards. Her music is very like Seb Lowe's: lyrically dense, full of drama and opinion. And a bit samey. It doesn't do her voice justice. I think it would have sounded better with full orchestration, like on Raye's recent album, rather than with this pared-down approach of keyboards and violin. It's a short set, but welcome.

The Rooks are a Glasgow band who possess a swagger reminiscent of Oasis. Which is just as well because their singer sounds awfully like Liam, chewing his lyrics (confusion becomes 'con-few-shei-own'). Despite their confidence/arrogance, they actually sound good. I'd be happy to see them again, maybe with fewer tall people in front so I can see the singer, who's a little on the short side. Cool shades, though.

By the time Seb Lowe takes to the stage, the crowd is hot and sweaty. More youths have pushed forward, shifting the height dynamic, but I still can't see the stage clearly. I refuse to lift my phone above my head to record any of the performances, preferring to snatch the odd photo when I can. The Aberdeen setlist missed out a couple of my favourites, so I'm pleased when they slip in Mr & Mrs Human Race. 

The first three songs flow into one another without any chat. I guess they're aiming to cram as much as possible into their hour-long set, favouring the new songs. 

Seb likes to come down to the front of the crowd. Only, he is restricted by his microphone cable, relying on a techie to unhook the cord whenever it gets tangled. When Katie comes down, she's so small, no one except those at the front can see her. 

There's no Hot To Go moment this time, but the crowd amazes me, being able to sing all those lyrics along with Seb. They are loud, too; the largely young and female audience nearly busts my eardrums, even with earplugs in, as they scream their appreciation between songs. It was nice having nearly six hundred people singing, "We all love dogs, we all hate cats", at the top of their voices.   

I don't wait afterwards to meet the band. Let the young fans have their moment. I do keep an eye out for setlists being handed to fans and manage to persuade one youngster to let me photograph hers. As always, thank you for doing so.

Setlist:

Little Caesar

Here Come the Aliens!

Jump Scare

Kill him (he's a Socialist)

I'm Hateful, I'm Horrible, I Love You

Don't Say No to Hitler

One Day to Live

iPhone

Freak.

Mr & Mrs Human Race

People Like You

Ode to Britannia

A Westerner Walks Into a Bar

Terms and Conditions

No One to Kill in the Sky

Ticket Price: £14.00 & Service Fee £2.75 & postage £0.70 =  £17.45 from TicketWeb.