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Lightning fast choreography meets uber swift editing in a fantasmagorical collision of quality entertainment. An overload of velvet, sandals and multi-hued wool provides a startling accompaniment, the whole effect being that of a slim man and a fat man putting their bums in your face.

Headlining at venues from the Falklands to Ashby De La Zouch, they’ve circumnavigated the planet, spurting amusement in concentrated twenty minute bursts but now an hour show is gestating, due to arrive bloody and screaming at some point, if not slightly before.

If you like music and let’s face it, who doesn’t, you’ll like it. If you like silliness, middle aged men dancing and unsavoury acts, you’ll probably love it.

You should try it either way. See you there.

Biography

Cutting their teeth compering and performing in Comedy and Variety nights at The Wedgewood Rooms in Southsea, they watched the nineties as it wafted gently past until, eventually and not before time, London called. With the fledgling post-fix, "Revue", added, they blasted the clubs with their Guitar and Stylophone stylings, wowing rooms with super slick prop manipulation, dazzling jaded eyes with sandal based choreography that remains inimitable. Now, this terpsichorean twosome tour the country, even venturing as far afield as The Falklands and Oman, to provide spiritual uplift to the brave boys and girls of the armed forces. Their latest foray is into radio comedy/drama. A 1930s murder mystery based in Brighton and a frankly silly retelling of the Jack the Ripper tale, (too soon?) have so far been forged in the red hot fires of their imaginations.

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What ‘they’ say

“Ridiculous - quite bonkers funniness”

VOICE MAG

“A runaway train of brazen daftness”

THE LIST

“A hell of a fine act”

THE WEE REVIEW

“A thing of brilliance”

CHORTLE

“A world class British variety act.

A masterclass. The best I’ve seen”

CELEBRITY RADIO

“The British masters of prop and pun comedy”

CELEBRITY RADIO

The imagination, timing and preparation that has gone into this act is almost frightening”

NZ THEATRE REVIEW.ORG

“Different, original, hilarious, fast-paced, surprising, mad, cheesy, slapstick”

NZ THEATRE REVIEW.ORG

“Sublime. It’s so slick and stylised, you wonder how they can keep it up”

THREE WEEKS

“If you find a more inventive and joyful hour than one spent with ‘The raymond & Mr Timpkins Revue’, do let me know… they are utterly charming.”

FIFE TODAY

“If you only see one act at the Edinburgh Fringe this year, then make sure it’s ‘The raymond & Mr Timpkins Revue’.

FRANK SKINNER, ABSOLUTE RADIO

"This is comedy that reminds us why we go out to see live shows. And it wears its incredible skill, its labour-intensity and its comic genius so lightly one might think it is just a bit of silliness. Kate Copstick The Scotsman

“Absolutely hilarious” Viz

“A mad, anarchic triumph of stupidity over style. Not to be missed” The Guardian

“Wonderful, innovative and endearing” Brighton Argus

“Joyous. Pretty irresistible” Chortle

“An indulgent set of brilliant tackiness” Take 7 Magazine

“I’ve seen them on Britains Got Talent.” Old confusaed woman in bingo hall.

Full 2018 Edinburgh review from The Scotsman written by Kate Copstick

More than 20 years after first testing the pelvic floors of an audience past the point of no return, Raymond and Mr Timpkins have come to the Edinburgh Fringe. It brings to mind occasions like Shirley Bassey doing Glastonbury or Sir John Geilgud in Tinto Brass’s Caligula.

True Fringe comedy lovers should rejoice because, amongst the angry and the innovative, the thought-provoking and the moving, we have the funny. The bend-you-over, turn-you-red-in-the-face, non-stop, eye-wateringly funny. It is, as Freddie would sing, “a kind of magic”, as huge gulping belly laughs are created out of juxtaposing two cardboard letters, mucking about with just the words ME or IT written on a card, and endless, painfully silly, brilliantly misheard song lyrics. If you are a pop fan, this show will change forever the way you hear many classic songs.

The funny rolls out relentlessly and in the most gloriously random manner so that you never have any idea where the next gusset-threatening laughter-bomb will be dropped. The experience is like a visual version of Tim Vine on speed – although the pace changes in the central section where we are treated to a thrilling storyline involving amateur dramatics, betrayal and a dead vicar.

Happily it takes more than a blown-up church and shattered thespian dreams to destroy this partnership and they are soon back eliciting shrieks of laughter around pictures of Farage, Heather Mills, and Girls Aloud, and those for whom there is no show without Trump will not be disappointed. Even Mr Timpkins’ painful problems with what looks to be quite severe IBS do not spoil the show – unless you cannot laugh at a good old-fashioned fart joke.

This is comedy that reminds us why we go out to see live shows. And it wears its incredible skill, its labour-intensity and its comic genius so lightly one might think it is just a bit of silliness. Everywhere we hear talk about “taking something away” from a Fringe comedy show. What I took away from this one was a sore face, a shortness of breath and the need for fresh underwear.