eri’s getting on a bit. All she has is her knitting, her Werther’s Originals and her tabloid of choice. So it’s no wonder she’s raging at the drag priests, the pronouns, the union bosses and the lesbians. Especially the lesbians. And this lady’s not for turning. Or is she? Despite initial doubts that ‘playing old’ isn’t, in itself, funny, Nathalie Fenwick’s Geri turns out to be a bit of a joy. Fenwick’s flair for physical characterisation means there’s delight in the finely observed details: the way Geri gets up and down from her sturdy armchair is different every time and when she breaks into a full-on dance routine you’re genuinely surprised that she doesn’t pop a hip. Fenwick’s crowd work further blurs the barriers: she’s as confident as any seasoned stand-up and deals beautifully with the inevitable hiccups of a first night Fringe run. There’s also (gloriously) heaps of double entendres (where did they go and can we bring them back please?). It’s all lovely stuff and, naturally, it’s Geri’s growing disdain for the sausage that leads to her final act of liberation. Turns out we’ve all been producing gay propaganda all this time and cheers to that. Onlygrans is difficult to categorise: it’s a comedy show that feels like a one-act play with more than a touch of deft clowning. Ultimately, that doesn’t matter: it’s a feel-good, funny hour spent in the company of an accomplished performer who loves a prop almost as much as a comfy chair. OnlyGrans, The Garage International @ Scots, until 1 March (not 25 February), 9pm.