We have reached the end of our third week at the Edinburgh Fringe and it feels like about a century since we all rocked up on the train at the end of July. And London seems like the other side of the world. In my final week here, I'm going to be running around trying to catch all the shows I've been intending to see all month but haven't got round to.
The central character in Punch is the most heinous, twisted, barbarous person I have ever tried writing. He's impervious to any shred of empathy, tact or compassion and yet I agree with (almost) everything he says.