Once there was Henry Root, the fictional creation who wrote irate letters to celebrities and printed their polite replies. Now there is Wilf Turnbull and Derek Philpott, two OAPs from Bournemouth who write to pop stars taking them to task for their absurd lyrics and odd outfits. Ex-Police drummer Stewart Copeland and Toyah Wilcox are among those who have sportingly responded. They have had less success with Jimi Hendrix, but that may be because he died in 1970. Their latest project is a series of polite heavy metal abum covers.

It was a surprise earlier this year to hear that Frankie Boyle would be returning to the stage, but this time taking second billing. It was announced in the Spring that he would be opening for his friend Glenn Wool on his “The Jokes I’m Most Fond Of" Tour.

I’ve always been partial to a bit of art, I’ve always been partial to a bit of comedy and I’ve always been partial to a freebie, so Fancy Meeting You Here is right up my street. This is a free roving comedy show, hosted by Americans Dave Hill (not the one from Slade) and Carl Arnheiter, which takes audiences on idiosyncratic tours of cultural landmarks. 

Woody Allen set the benchmark pretty high for comedic love letters to Humphrey Bogart when he wrote Play It Again, Sam. But this playful production has a pretty good crack at both sending up and swooning over the Bogart/Bergman double act, cramming all the action and lots of laughs too into a tight hour.