Sunday, 11 October 2026

Fred MacAulay "Good Evening", Paisley Arts Centre. Sunday 11th October, 2026

At the Arts Centre, Fred, the grandfather of Scottish comedy, trotted out some good-humoured observations and stories from his life. The largely older crowd (only one person under forty) lapped it up - I recognised a few Old Grammarians among them. I'd heard some of the jokes before, but as a comedy and broadcasting veteran, he knows how to tell them well. Most of the routines felt like anecdotes ending in a punchline. A few felt dredged up, thrown in to fill time. There was no narrative drive, just opportunities to be funny. 

He name-dropped regularly (Ally McCoist, Sir Chris Hoy, Tom Farmer, Colin McGregor, Ewan's RAF pilot brother, Greg Hemphill, HIGNFY's Ian Hyslop), but that's the circle he moves in, thanks to his broadcasting career. There was nothing overly hilarious, and I smiled more than I laughed. He said he wasn't going to do the Edinburgh Fringe any more, and based on this material, I think that is wise. He works better as a touring comedian, where he can attract his core audience. 

Fred was diagnosed with prostate cancer last year, but it was caught early, so he isn't overly concerned. Prostate Cancer UK volunteers were on hand in the foyer to provide literature and information. They also brought their collection buckets. 

At the end, on a serious note, he asked us to keep going out to support live comedy, as it is increasingly being dropped from our television screens. That's one request I wholeheartedly support (and regularly do). 

Ticket Price: £20 x 2 + booking fee £2.50 = Total £42.50 from OneRen


 

Saturday, 10 October 2026

These Wicked Rivers - "The Big Show", The Octagon Hall, Buxton. Saturday 10th October, 2026

I was excited about this gig for several reasons: a fancy venue, an overnight stay, a new place to explore, great bands, and a chance to hear TWR play songs from their fantastic new album.

The journey down was uneventful, with a mix of rain, blustery wind, and bright sunshine. We stopped at Tebay Services for lunch, choosing the Pie Shop over the cafe options, as the latter was in the middle of switching menus from breakfast to lunch. We sat at a table for six and were joined by two Americans; from the conversation we eavesdropped on, one worked in the music industry. A Google search using the clues he'd provided identified him as Murry Hammond of the 'Old 79's' (they appeared under heavy makeup in alien costumes in the Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special singing I Don't Know What Christmas Is (But Christmastime Is Here) ).


Murry Hammond

We stayed at the Palace Hotel & Spa in Buxton, a mere six-minute walk to the gig. By the time we arrived at the hotel, around 3pm, few parking spaces remained, and I was surprised to find they now charged a £5 daily fee to park, even for hotel guests. On the plus side, the reception staff let us check in early without charging us extra. 

Palace Hotel & Spa, Buxton

The hotel looks impressive, but it's over 125 years old, with some signs it needs renovation. For example, one of our bedroom sidelights still used a round pin socket.     

After we found the venue, we took a brief walk around Buxton, then stopped at McDonald's for dinner. They advertised their beef is 100% British and Irish, but I didn't know cows could have dual citizenship.


The VIP entry began at 5.30 pm. We were one of the first in. We got our goodie bags, and I also picked up my pre-ordered event T-shirt. Inside the bag, we found a limited-edition tea set, a signed setlist for the show, a signed art card, a commemorative ticket, and various flyers for upcoming shows. We both bought tote bags to carry the goodie bag in case the paper handles ripped. 

Tea set

Signed A5 poster

Commemorative physical ticket

Unfortunately, not the actual setlist they played 

The foyer had two bars, a merch stall, a beard trimming service and a 'Family Tree' display in the foyer. The main hall felt spacious, though it only held 800. 

Octagon Hall
Family Tree

We got to hear the band do their soundcheck, with lots of "fraction more on John's vocals", "can I get more on the timpani?", and "a bit more on John's mic" until they were happy. Lead singer John had a cold, and we unexpectedly heard through the PA as he blew his nose. A roadie offered him a Jakemans Extra Strength lozenge.

I realised early on that the blue lights would wreak havoc on my photos, my phone camera struggling to adjust (subsequently, I've researched a fix, which I've yet to test).

The view from the barrier.

Afterwards, the band mingled, chatting and posing for photos. We were encouraged to add our names and what the band meant to us on a card for the Family Tree. Josie, the band's manager, pulled the trestle table with the cake celebrating the event in front of it for the cutting.


While others chatted, we made our way to the barrier and took up position off centre. I'd been getting blinded by one of the beams during the soundcheck and wanted to avoid this during the main show. I was feeling quite excited to be so close to the stage.

Hayseed Dixie don't usually play support slots nowadays, but they agreed to do it because of their affection for These Wicked Rivers, who had originally supported them back in the day. I hadn't seen them before, but I knew their schtick. Their hour-long set included the classics Highway to Hell, Breaking the Law, Paranoid and Don't Fear the Reaper, all played in their inimitable style. 
Corn Liquor

Hayseed Dixie



The stage set for a These Wicked Rivers show is always homely: multiple standard lamps with lampshades, buckets of flowers, a tall clock, a globe drinks cabinet, and a hat stand all added to the ambience. Even the pedal units had fabric wrapped around them. 


I knew it would be a waste of effort trying to film the first few songs because the photographers would be in front, snapping away. What I didn't anticipate was how long they would stay, becoming a constant pain, regularly standing in front of me. This went on for three-quarters of the show. Some bright spark had decided to send them in two at a time rather than have a rammy for the opening songs. Bad choice. It really popped my enthusiasm. At times, it felt like the band were only there to accompany the Dance of the Photographers. It really spoiled my enjoyment of the show. I mean, we paid extra to see the band, not to watch them get photographed. I'm still angry about it two days later.










Maybe the photographer was doing me a favour by blocking my view of the stage.

On reflection, I enjoyed the experience overall, but I certainly felt glum for most of the These Wicked Rivers set. I hope my unhappy demeanour is obvious from the footage of the crowd they seemed to be constantly filming. Maybe they'll edit out my ugly mug or use generative AI to put a smile on my face. 

That night, I didn't sleep well; the twin-bed mattress was too hard for my liking. Despite my weariness, we still made it home without incident.  

Setlist
Shine On
The Healing
Horse To Water
Ain't No Smoke
Love To Love
Sing Another Song
Rise
Brother Oh Brother
Better Man
Woodland Queen
Stories
The Family
When the War Is Won
Black Gold
Don't Pray For Me


Early Bird Ticket Price (for 2): £62.64 & £2.32 per ticket & 1 x Order Processing Fee £1.25 = £63.89 from See Tickets 

Celebrate the release of our new album ‘Fire and Folklore’ with us!


Includes:
- Signed A5 show poster and set list
- Limited edition commemorative These Wicked Rivers teapot and mug set (only 100 in existence)
- Soundcheck access
- Photos with the band (on your own phone)
- Cake and hangs with the band (please advise if any allergies)
- Skip the queues for show entry and at merch
- Commemorative physical show ticket (collect at the show)

£60 (Does not include show ticket)








Friday, 9 October 2026

Kris Barras Band UK Tour 2026, The Garage, Glasgow. Friday 9th October, 2026.


Bob drove Alan and me in, and the three of us went to Hengler's Circus for dinner. The place was packed, but eventually, we managed to claim a table. While we dined, Kris Barras and his band came in for some pre-gig refreshments, but we didn't go over to harass them. After this tour went on sale, Kris Barras announced he was quitting the music industry and that this would be his final tour. I don't know whether that helped or hindered sales, but The Garage hadn't sold out, and was maybe slightly more than half full. I appreciated the breathing space after what happened at Magnum the week earlier.


The support act, 10 Years, was unfamiliar to me. I'd spent most of my time beforehand getting to know Kris's back catalogue, as he was an artist I hadn't paid much attention to. We stood in the middle of the room, but their sound quality was poor; the singer's voice was lost beneath the drums and bass. The one number that appealed to me was their cover of Nirvana's Heart-Shaped Box. I already thought they had a grungey, Soundgarden-like sound before they played this.  

The music played between the two bands included Rage Against the Machine, Limp Bizkit, and Papa Roach. This set a heavy tone for what followed.

After Tenacious D's Tribute intro music, Kris and the band took the stage and launched into Who Needs Enemies. The sound was loud, again with the bass and drums drowning out the vocals. After a few songs, we bailed to the back of the room beside the mixing desk, where the sound was, unsurprisingly, better balanced.  

Kris did not seem in the best of moods, playing as if contractually obliged rather than for enjoyment. At one point, a punter asked if he would sing at her wedding. That sent Kris into a tirade. 

"Have you not heard? This is my last tour. I'm done with singing. No, I won't sing at your fucking wedding. Can't think of anything worse."

She shouts something at him.

"I don't know what language you're speaking. No, I won't be your fucking wedding singer." He begins the next song.

Later, he gives an impassioned speech, thanking his fans for supporting him on his journey, allowing him to play his music all around the world. It's rehearsed, but I sense he means it. Listening to him play the blues number Watching Over Me, the first song he ever wrote, I felt he'd lost his way, arriving in heavy rock when his heart should have remained in the blues. Maybe because this was his beginning and now his end, the song carried more emotion. I wish I'd recorded it.  

It wasn't the best gig I've ever been to because of the sound balance issues, but it was still worth it as a night out.

My Parade

Hail Mary

10 Years


Kris Barras




Setlist
Who Needs Enemies
Unbreakable
Dead Horses
Unspoken
Monsters We Made
(Interlude)
Savages
(Interlude)
These Voices
Devis You Know
Watching Over Me
Light It Up
Jamma Lamma Ding Dong (guitarist Danny Dela Cruz jamming with the band, minus Kris)
Beautiful Lie
Riot of One
(Interlude)
My Parade

Encore 
Hail Mary  

Setlist from the sound desk

Ticket Price: £28 via Ticketmaster
 

Monday, 5 October 2026

Dominik Diamond Sings The Video Games, The Stand, Glasgow. Monday 5th October, 2026

 
Blurb
Dominik Diamond Sings the Video Games lifts the curtain on the games you have adored and tells you the REAL story of the characters you have spent years forcing to run, jump, drive, and fight on screen. Part stand-up, part concert and with occasional audience participation, the show from the writer and presenter of the iconic 90s TV show GamesMaster squeezes every last drop of humour, poignancy and cynically placed double entendres out of insanely catchy melodies. From the dating problems of Pac-Man to the HR mistakes that led to Space Invaders, these are your favourite games, spun in comic directions you’ve never seen or heard before. @dominikdiamond

My pal Jonny has been a longtime fan of the TV show GamesMaster, due in no small part to the humour and linguistics of its host, Dominik Diamond. When The Stand informed me about this show and offered presale tickets, I contacted him and another pal to see if they wanted to go. Both said yes.  

I drove on the night, so obviously we arrived early. The doors were due to open at 7 pm, but they're never on time at The Stand. While we waited in the bar with our drinks, a short, skinny man in shorts and an American football shirt approached us. He wanted us to read the word on his shirt, printed in cursive. With a nervous giggle, he told us it stood for See You Next Tuesday (but spelt phonetically). I pointed out that some people might take offence at that word, particularly the police. He could be arrested for wearing it*. I was winding him up, but he took me seriously and defended himself, claiming it was only a word, like Prick, and you couldn't be arrested for wearing a word like Prick on your shirt. I disagreed, saying that offensive language is an offence and that he should cover it over in the presence of the police. He nodded and said he already does that, but he shouldn't have to. It's not an offensive word. I argued back that a lot of women, including my wife, find it offensive. She would be most upset to see it written on a shirt. He went away to think about it at another table. Bob and Jonny both smiled wryly. 

When the doors opened, the three of us chose seats near the door. The football shirt guy sat at the end of the stage platform. I noticed him approaching others, showing them his shirt, including two women, but I couldn't make out their responses.  

Two guys sat on my left, and one of them had a persistent cough. I could smell menthol, but his sweet was having little effect, and he averaged about three guttural coughs a minute. Of all the seats in the room, I was typical that I ended up beside Patient Zero. The guy behind me contributed too, adding to the infection cloud around me. If I'm not ill by the end of the week, it'll be a miracle. 

With his soundman introducing him, Dominick burst onto the stage, excited to be playing The Stand. He'd only been a comedian for a week, and already he was playing Glasgow's legendary comedy venue. His excitement continued because his mum was in the audience, along with his wife. He then noticed the platform, which he hadn't spotted earlier and came out to see us, his audience. Then he saw the shirt with the offensive word, one he couldn't repeat because his mum was present and would take offence. The man lapped up the attention, wanting to become involved in the show. Fortunately, Dominik shut that down sharply.

It was great to hear Dominik's cheeky voice again.  I remember him fondly from his days on the breakfast show on XFM, before he relocated to Canada. He's still got the same edgy sense of humour, though this set was predominantly comedy songs about video games. I did take issue with the premise of a couple of them, however.  

Pedant Alert:

Frogger: He complained that frogs could swim, so shouldn't have died on the river sections of the game. Frogs prefer still water, like ponds, and tend not to be found in running-water habitats.

Space Invaders: the premise of HR leaving only one soldier on duty to fight off the aliens is flawed, because everyone knows the game gave three lives; therefore, three soldiers must have been available to fight them off. 

Regardless of these fundamental flaws, I still enjoyed his set. He sings well and plays the guitar with the skill of a competent street busker. It was just a shame there wasn't a meet and greet afterwards.   


Postcard and plectrum (no image) £5 

Signed Poster £8

Ticket Price: £15 plus £1 booking fee = £16 (x3) from The Stand (presale 03/09/26). 

*Yes, you can be arrested or prosecuted for wearing a shirt with the word "cunt" on it, depending on the jurisdiction and the specific circumstances.

Scotland: Such an incident is generally handled under the common law offence of breach of the peace, where offensive or disorderly conduct in public causes-or is likely to cause-public shock, annoyance, or severe disturbance