I’m going to get this out of the way first; I’m a gigantic fan of the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre, and was delighted when they appeared on the Greater Manchester Fringe Festival bill. This is perhaps the ninth time I’ve seen them, and part of me is still surprised when Kev F. Sutherland steps out from behind the tartan screen and takes a bow at the end. There is something about the hosiery double-acts’ clearly defined personalities that absolutely fools you into believing that they are two separate entities. Continue reading