I am a non-native to the north-east. One might think this would put me at a disadvantage when taking in the dazzling display of Doric that is Driech Encounter.
But no. Not being fae here led to a bittie of bewilderment at this performance by the passionately parochial Flying Pigs.
However, the extreme talent of the comedy troupe transcends dialect – though the musical flow of the Aberdeen argot was a joy to hear – and laughter was the only response to the hilarious quines and loons on stage.
From their first glorious send-up in song mocking meddling neighbours, there was no doubt it would be an evening where the Pigs would be doing the skewering.
In sketch after sketch after ribald ballad, the unique characters of city and Shire were lovingly ridiculed: coarse workmen, the desperate dater, the proud cheapskate. And, of course, the council.
A supporting cast of perfect delivery and impeccable timing served the star of the show – a script sizzling with wicked wordplay and guilty-pleasure puns.
The impeccable ensemble that is The Flying Pigs expertly assumed their many roles – not least the iconic Mither and Fither.
Fit a way to spend an evening.