Review: Rob Auton: The Yellow Show, The Banshee Labyrinth

This is exactly the sort of show you should see at the Fringe; you will carry the memory with you for a long, long time.***

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Of how you sat in a cellar, wearing huge cardboard Yelevision spectacles, watching a young man in a yellow cagoule in front of a yellow flag drinking yellow fizz from a glass and listening to Yellow Submarine.

You won’t remember exactly falling around the place laughing, because it is not that kind of show, but you will giggle at the memories of John and Neil, the yellow sponges chatting and bitching about Bob. And you will remember the poems – some funny, some silly, some quite heartfelt (the trauma of a yellow-obsessed boy finding that painters had coloured his room maroon, for example).

But do see this strange, sweet show by a young man, who, in his own words, is “fighting against grey scrambled egg on a bed of death”. Egg lovers, banana eaters and sweetcornophiles everywhere, you have a hero. Support him. You might even win a sherbet lemon.

Until 25 August. Today 4pm.