Part of the joy of going to Edinburgh for the Fringe these days is that I get to see many of my friends doing their shows in maybe the best place in the world for it. I am delighted to find, during our planning stages, that Frank Foucault is doing one night only, on a night that we are in town, to tape a live album and/or comedy special. It’s ultimately heartbreaking to worry that Luke (for that is, as he will eventually reveal to the audience [or those who don’t know him], is his name) won’t have captured it the way he’d want to. Already starting 25 minutes late, from the beginning the mic is cutting in and out, the guitar not coming through on the PA, and it’s evident how much this has thrown him. Luckily the material holds up, even if the tech doesn’t. I’ve not seen Luke perform since his singer songwriter turn, and it’s evident how much he enjoys it. Some songs work better than others, with a very catchy singalong being a highlight. The audience are properly here for it, though, and it’s wonderful to have felt that support for Luke in the room.