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"Hi Critics!!! This year I will talk about my divorce, my Bipolar diagnosis, and my impending child (not with my ex-wife). If one of my parents snuffs it before Edinburgh you can surely carve my name in the award now?" Alfie Brown 2014

Alfie Brown has had massive critical acclaim for his bold (and loud) shows at the Edinburgh Fringe; he has followed them up with sell-out runs at the Soho Theatre in London.

Alfie Brown's fourth Edinburgh show is another screaming, pretentious, crusading monstrosity. It's all about divorce (his), Bipolar disorder (his) and reality (?). What is right? What is real? Morals are taught, accepted and then regurgitated. It seems bizarre that we don't ask questions, it seems weird that when we do people tell us we're mad. I'm not mad, you're not mad, society has Munchausen's syndrome by proxy. Another 55 mins of bombastic diatribe (see?) from Alfie (him).

Alfie was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and then got divorced. They're not directly linked. Does Bipolar really exist? Or is this just a pill marketing scheme and the corporatisation of sadness? Does marriage really have a place in society? Or is it just the corporatisation of love?

Are the diagnosed mad? Or is the diagnosis? What is normal? Are you fuck-face? Is the street where you live? To an inmate, Bedlam is the most normal place on earth.

LOTS OF PEOPLE SEEM TO KNOW WHAT THEY THINK, BUT NOT MANY KNOW WHY THEY THINK IT.
Anyway, Alfie has to stop writing about himself in the third person because he has a Lamaze class to attend and he has better things to do than write a document which, after reading the first sentence, Kate Copstick will have decided he is a cunt (still).

The point of the pregnancy bit being the beauty and wonder of 'impending child' has transformed his nihilism into hope and love.
He's happy!
You see?
Don't believe everything you think.