Robert Peacock
@peaky76
Robert is the Managing Editor of The Wee Review and has been writing for the site since 2014. Previously, he was manager of the Yorkshire arts website, digyorkshire. Having worked in the arts, charity and horseracing sectors, he is now a full-time software engineer and lives in Edinburgh with his partner and two young daughters.
Reviews: 573
Other Articles: 271
Les Dawson: Flying High
A fun flight back in time with a comic legend
Winston and David
Hagiographic treatment of the friendship between the two famous PMs
Richard Brown: Horror Show
Misanthropy and slapstick violence that doesn’t aim to please
The Ecstasy of Victoria Woodhull
The spirit of a suffragette is summoned in this engaging biography
Eh Up, Me Old Flowers!
Illuminating biography puts the contradictions of UK’s first primetime black comic under the microscope
A Mighty Fall From Grace
A young man’s fortunes become entwined with the demise of the rugby league club he supports in this Fringe debut
A Eulogy For Roman
Memories of a late friend help bring the room together in love
Raymond Mearns’ Big Red Bus Tour Around Edinburgh!
Fact and laugh-filled tour of the city in the company of Scottish Fringe favourite
Edinburgh Horror Festival open for submissions
Festival will be back at its Banshee Labyrinth home in October
The Smile
A Light For Attracting Attention
Everything you’d expect from Yorke and Greenwood, but it could have been more.
Bonnie Prince Billy & Bill Callahan
Blind Date Party
Corny covid crisis collaborative covers collection
Short Com comes to Summerhall
Comedy short film festival celebrates the best new film-making over two nights in November
Simon Evans: The Work Of The Devil
Gentleman raconteur muses on identity with a personal twist in the tale
I Am Not Victoria Wood
Julia Knight’s tribute show with a twist is a welcome reminder of a comedy great
Peter Buckley Hill: How Does He Smell?
Free Fringe head honcho is back where he belongs and in fine form
Kings of Leon
When You See Yourself
They’ll never be the band of yore again, but all is not entirely lost