BRIGHTON FRINGE: Benjamin Alborough: Late Night with Terry Wogan – WundaBarn at The SpiegelGardens

Terry Wogan – Benjamin Alborough

Patrick Stewart – Joz Norris

Nikola McMurtrie – Raygun

Luke Rollason – Quentin Tarantino

Hudson Hughes – Wes Streeting

Teddy Sheringham – Ben Goldsmith

Nancy Reagan – Rosalie Minnitt

Jamie Oliver – Aidan Pittman

Oliver Reed – William Stone

BrightOn the Conchords – house band

Roll up, roll up, Terry’s Old Geezers and Gals. A new hero is in our midst, and by golly – he looks a lot like our original, much-loved Pudsey-wielder…

In Late Night with Terry Wogan, Benjamin Alborough has brought the Beeb’s much-loved TV and radio presenter back to life through his on-point impression, complete with a host of ‘celebrity’ guests and a Conchord-esque house band. Produced by Alborough’s own Liebenspiel Presents, who take being silly stupendously seriously, the audience are in for a night of high jinks and hilarity from our alternative comedy favourites. With the infamous sofa ready for a whole host of ‘celebrity’ butt cheeks, let’s begin.

First up Hudson Hughes as a spectacularly sour-faced Wes Streeting. Whether being forced into a dance-off, or facing a foot in his face, Hughes gives big prick energy and strangely hypnotic, robotic moves.

Joz Norris makes an appearance as Patrick Stewart, complete with a mask of the man himself. Much to our surprise, we find out that Patrick Stewart has actually looked exactly like Joz Norris all along. Who knew?

He’s soon joined by Raygun, portrayed by Nikola McMurtrie who is the epitome of an earnest dance icon. The ensuing dance-off with Streeting is to much hilarity.

In typical alternative comedy fashion, they’ve almost entirely lost track of time on side-quests. They’re only a little more looped in about what will happen if you chuck a bunch of weirdo comics on stage together than we are. This genuine surprise is part of the glorious charm of such nights.

We’ve already been served a whole host of oddities when Luke Rollason slides on-stage as Quentin Tarantino, clutching Kill Bill, strewn in puffs of suspicious white powder. This reviewer must readily admit that she absorbed very little of what he said, consumed by the expression on the face of Hughes-as-Streeting as Rollason’s foot maraudes across his chest. Soon, Rollason grabs the mid-air foot of local legend Alec Crane, performing here as a street urchin, and refuses to let go. Who gave this absolute monkey a microphone? We love it.

There’s a series of walk-on nonsense that is sincerely in keeping with old Tez’s traditional talk show. Aidan Pittman’s Jamie Oliver enjoys the odd make-out session with our hero Terry, Lady and the Tramp style. William Stone makes a stumbling drunk out of Oliver Reed, and Rosalie Minnitt brings Oliver-energy to the USA’s finest, Nancy Reagan. Ben Goldsmith runs a constant commentary on the madness of the on-stage proceedings as Teddy Sheringham, sidekick to our buddy Terry, and the pair clearly get a real kick out of each other (if you’ll pardon the pun).

Before we conclude, a moment for our host. Alborough makes a bloody marvellous Wogan, architect of the madness. He looks the part, has the voice down pat and poses the important historical question for us all: would Wogan have liked Jamie Oliver’s tongue in his mouth? Who could say? (Alborough, perhaps)

Late Night with Terry Wogan is an absolute cracker of an idea, with the madness masterfully executed by a truly silly bunch of idiots. This unpredictable, laugh-a-minute lunacy is part of the joy of the Liebenspiel offering, and we are here for it. Bring it back to our tellies, now please.

Reviewed on 23 May 2026.