Reviewer: Matthew Forrest
It is said that you shouldn’t work with children or animals and whilst comedian Owen Roberts may not have roped in any pets for his debut Edinburgh Fringe solo show, he has taken the rather brave decision to turn the writing of this show over to a child, with some uniquely entertaining results indeed.
Following a severe case of writer’s block, Roberts has enlisted the help of his stepdaughter, Isabella to help him craft a show and turn them a tiny profit. Arriving on stage dressed as a rather shabby looking chicken, he then proceeds to lay eggs on stage: sure it isn’t the most dignified of introductions you’ll ever see, however, it is the perfect introduction to a silly, but ultimately good-natured hour of comedy that is I let a Six-Year-Old Write My Shows.
Roberts, along with a taped conversation with Isabella, takes us on a journey through not just the mind of a six-year-old: we are introduced to a Chinese police officer hell-bent on catching criminals and seeing that library books are returned on time some 8000 years in the future. There is also a foot monster that dines on sharks and underwater volcanoes (probably the best underwater volcano using a funnel and some tomato sauce you’re ever likely to see), and a dancing crab.
Despite the absurdity of the premise, at the show’s heart is an exploration of a relationship between a man and his step-daughter, about how they get to know each other and the joy/struggles of parenting.
Roberts is one-third of the comedy troupe Beasts but here he is going it alone, but he isn’t really: of course there is Isabella on hand as well as some very brave audience members who really got into their parts and contributed to the show.
Roberts is an engaging assured performer, fully committed to the show with some unflattering costumes. The show has a few kinks that need ironing out and the ending needs some work, but if these can be sorted this show will go down a storm in Edinburgh.
Reviewed 8 July 2018 | Image: Contributed