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  • PATREON!!!

    Simon Evans, But Digitally Hi. As many of you will have noticed, a previously unregarded weak spot in my business model has recently been identified and ruthlessly exploited by a tiny, enigmatic particle of RNA and fat. No, not him. I mean COVID-19. Subsequently, my usual source of income – as with that of Opera…

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  • Simon with Jesus eyes

    “The Work Of The Devil”

    Chortle review Jay Richardson reviews The Work Of The Devil under its original title at the Edinburgh Fringe. The brave new world of identity politics seems a subject almost deliberately engineered for Simon Evans’s withering, recessed-eyeball scrutiny. Though revisiting some old gags tonight, he’s also adapting Douglas Adams’s theory that there are three ages of…

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    “Genius”

    Scotsman review Assembly George Square Studios (Venue 17) ★★★★★ Edinburgh Festival Fringe: Simon Evans does something truly, deeply subversive to an angry, despairing howl of despair at the Descent of Man, at the endangered status of genius, at the way democracy has been reduced to an illusion and at the eye-watering mediocrity of our public…

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  • “Leashed”

    Broadway Baby review ★★★★ Simon Evans is an agitated Englishman who has come to serve up some scorn and air his collection of grievances at this Edinburgh Fringe. Evans relays the tale of the treacherous intergenerational politics that raged over a period of years within his family over the purchase of a pet dog. Evans…

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  • The Theatre Royal by Ed Moore

    LIVE at the THEATRE ROYAL

    Hi Guys! Folks! Chums! My new DVD ‘Simon Evans Live At The Theatre Royal’ was released in December and has been a STONKING success, garnering many great reviews from critics and the cash-strapped public alike. Just have a search for it on Amazon if you don’t believe me. And google “Simon Evans DVD reviews” for…

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  • “Friendly Fire”

    Chortle review Edwardian London. A Pall Mall gentleman’s club. An erudite, elegantly dressed man in a Harris tweed sits in his sumptuous leather armchair, takes a swig from his 25-year-old single malt and continues his treatise on the scourge of the lower classes.

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