August 15, 2023 
The Scotsman
The room is absolutely rammed, which is marvellous to see, and pretty much none of the audience opt to hear clean jokes (we are asked which we prefer). Deage is, he says, from Newcastle, a middle child and, as if that wasn't bad enough, a ginger. His show is packed with nice one-liners, kicking off with opera, cotton buds and masturbating in the shower, just to get us warmed up before getting stuck in to Poundland, weed and a fearless dig at fat children. He is an engaging presence and the comic energy here never flags, which is impressive, in a Fringe where so many have opted for the much less labour-intensive monologue about their inner selves. Paxton offers up Wetherspoons and yoga, algorithms and women's football, orgasmic births (yes, this is a thing) and aliens. This is a straightforward, fun hour of funny, and there is less of that about than you might think. Paxton does not give anyone a hard time to get his laughs except perhaps Biggie Smalls. And he is already Notorious. Impressively, pretty much the entire room has come along because they were flyered by the man himself. And I don't think any one of us is disappointed. Kate Copstick Click Here For Review