Dublin Fringe Review: Don’t Kiss Me, I’m Irish

Review by Síofra Ní Shluaghadháin

Don’t Kiss Me, I’m Irish (We’re Probably Related) is a charming show delivered with enthusiasm and just the right level of honesty by the charismatic Abie Philbin Bowman. With one grandparent from every province in Ireland, and married to an American woman, his routine consisted of personal stories, anecdotes and general witticisms on the topic of children and parenting.

The Workman’s Club provided a backdrop, which as Abie himself admitted, exuded the kind of charm usually found in 1970s sitcoms. The room even came replete with an old radio and garish wallpaper. The set, much like the banter, was very homey, and it was very easy to feel at ease in the environment.

The night closed with a “very short play about Brexit”, an encore where a member of the audience was coaxed to provide the part of a dentist arguing with a Brexiteer. Like so many things about these shows, it would have made perfect sense, if you had been there.

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