In Innit, the awesome septuagenarian gag writer Barry Cryer sits upon a throne and works through the alphabet as an excuse (as if any were needed) to spend an hour telling some of the best jokes he has heard over the decades.
Less stand-up than sit-down, it may not be the most innovative show on the Fringe but it’s unlikely that one will find more belly-laughs-per-hour anywhere in Edinburgh.
(SPOILER ALERT) Here’s Y for Yachting…
A man whose wife is quite troublesome goes to a party and plays a game in which the participants draw a piece of paper at random and have to entertain the other guests by talking about the subject written on it.
He draws the subject “sex” and manages to present quite a humorous riff on the topic.
On arriving home his wife interrogates him about his evening and he explains the game. “What subject did you get?” she asks.
Fearing she will disapprove, he lies. “Yachting,” he tells her.
The next day the wife is out shopping when she bumps into a woman who was at the party.
“Your husband gave us a very entertaining talk yesterday,” the woman enthuses.
The wife looks puzzled. “That’s strange,” she says.
“He’s only done it twice. The first time he was sick and the second time his hat blew off.”
Jokes don’t get much better.