A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of seeing firsthand Uncalled For's newest scripted comedy show Hypnogogic Logic at this year's Fringe Festival. Though I had not planned on writing about the performance, as I giggled uncontrollably, raised an impressed brow at the witty, academic references, exchanged smiles with other audience members, and launched the paper airplanes and newspapers provided for us at the actors, I knew that I absolutely had to tell all my friends, family members, and now you, lovely readers, all about it.

British-born Rob Gee brings a decade of experience as a psychiatric nurse to the stage in Fruitcake: Ten Commandments from the Psych Ward. Narrated by a Jamaican-accented woman as the voice of God, Rob recalls his most harrowing tales in his award-winning spoken word style.

It's Fringe time Montreal. A time where you will see some of the very best and the very worst indie theatre this city has to offer. The plays start tomorrow and run up unti the 20th, and there are way too many acts to choose from. But not to worry! I have judged every single play based solely on its title, and present to you the 10 most promising sounding ones. NOTE: This is not what the plays are actually about.

10. Piss in the Pool
Absolutely! It must be a play about what I plan on doing to all my rich friends this summer! Seriously though, I hope this play is a murder mystery about someone unleashing in the pool and the cast of characters spending an entire hour trying to determine who peed, in which pool, wearing which swim trunks (CLUE style).

Shavirez, gypsy of the sea

June in Montreal is synonymous with many things, among them, the St. Ambroise Fringe Festival. Now in its twentieth incarnation, the Fringe is packing in an extra week of music, theatre and bizarre combinations of the two as part of its Fringe After Dark series. The fest runs from today to June 20, launching with the Strip Spelling Bee tonight at Mainline Theatre.

May day. May day, I found myself bloody, breaking in a new pair of shoes as I scrambled up Chemin Cote-Sainte Catherine's lovely, suburban hills in the wrong direction. I've never had a great internal compass. After some shady, metro map consulting, my tattered self ambled towards the Segal Centre's doorstep, eagerly anticipating this year's sixth annual Circus of Words.

(Attn: Spoilers)
Last Friday, I climbed up MainLine Theatre's dark staircase to witness The Mid-Life Crisis of Dionysus, an original theatre production rife with wine, women and song, written by Jeremy Hechtman and Patrick Goddard.