It’s a big gig, the Fringe, and Olaf Falafel is a well-known staple on the kids’ comedy circuit, and so this year he has brought a warm-up act with him. Ronald Fingerchin looks uncannily like Falafel, except he’s from ArkanTexasawRhodeIslandAlabama and has rubber fingers protruding from his chin. Hence the name. And if that doesn’t give you a flavour of what you’re in for with this show, I don’t know what will. 

Falafel has built up a huge following with good reason as he’s simply brilliant at what he does. His world is one of zany, quickfire voyages through wordplay, puns, the best and worst of dad-jokes, madcap games and surreal pranks.

One minute we’re playing pass the parcel, where the prizes are elaborately described, very specific feelings (such as finding a strawberry in your spoonful of jam), the next we’re watching videos of him flinging Swiss cheese at a book and reading the poetry that emerges within its holes. The ingenuity of his stupidity knows no bounds. There are a few lulls and an extended skit about his attempts to have his home-made art valued might lose some younger kids. But in a Fringe packed with shows full of self-importance or which promise self-improvement, Falafel’s is a welcome island of unashamed silliness. 

Olaf Falafel’s Stupidest Super Stupid Show So Far, Laughing Horse @ The Counting House, until 25 August, 11.30am; main picture: Alan Powdrill.