And so begins probably the weirdest Fringe double bill we’ve ever managed in six years. I’d seen Lachlan once, some years ago, doing ten minutes at a Bristol night as a ventriloquist and knowing something special was happening as an awed silence descended amongst the other acts. Now here he is, his Fringe debut, a queer horror puppet show starring himself as Lachy, a virginal choirboy, and Brew the witch, about to sacrifice him for the magic ritual. It’s genuinely impressive, the ventriloquism and voice throwing, in every aspect - the way he effortlessly switches, the way he can convulse his body whilst the puppet sits absolutely still. You stop watching him when she’s speaking. The show starts in madness and descends further as a demon is summoned to possess Lachy. I’m not sure if I’m ever properly scared, but that’s not the point, it’s funny as hell and the sheer dedication and commitment to what he’s doing is incredible. To arrive this fully formed is a miracle and I will go to anything he does in the future. As we leave, my friends comment how that might be the weirdest thing we’ll see this Fringe. They don’t know the half of it…