Peter Serafinowicz (full disclosure, I cut-and-pasted his name innit): from the moment he walks into the dark, solemn Actors Studio as Rigsby-from-Rising-Damp playing Ralph Fiennes, you know that you're in for a high concept comedy treat. In a way, I feel like a tiny fule even writing this review. If you've watched _any_ non-lowest-donominator, non-rubbish British or Yank comedy in the last two decades, you will have seen him at least once steal the show just playing a bit part. Hippies? Parks and Rec? Alan Partridge? Three Flavours Cornetto trilogy? You _know_ his solo show is going to be good, meaty fun. Impression-wise, he's like a darker, more compelling Aleister McGowan. Favourite sketch? John and Yoko (played by a bloke) with their original version of 'Imagine', just praising wealth and consumerism, Ringo looking on incredulous. Look, just buy it. It's only a quid in CEX.
