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- guardian.co.uk, Thursday August 24 2000 00.00 BST
So here we are in Edinburgh, that hell hole of the North, and we have been ushered into an audience with Garth Marenghi, dream weaver, shaman, one hell of a man and the author of 24 classic horror novels including Black Fang (rats learn to drive) and The Ooze (can water die?).
Such is my unfamiliarity with the horror genre and such is the detailed pastiche of this show, right down to its brilliant flyers with their two-for-one Goth offer, that I have to confess there were a couple of minutes at the start when I thought our Garth might be for real.
But it soon becomes clear - as Garth squares up to face the Fright Knight who has kidnapped his muse, does battle with the hag who makes ice-cream from her own breast milk and subdues the forces of evil - that this is a very slick and very funny spoof on the whole tacky genre. It's just been nominated for the Perrier, so leave your incredulity and good taste behind, and prepare to be truly terrified by the fact that one man can single-handedly inflict such devastating damage on the English language.
Till August 28. Box office: 0131-556 6550.
