They’re back!  Perhaps the most improbable cult hit in the entire history of comedy – and certainly the most literally-named – Kev Sutherland’s one-man, two-handed sock-a-thon offers another hour of high-pitched hijinks at this year’s Fringe.

If you’re struggling to get your head around this concept, relax: it’s exactly what it says on the tin.  Two socks with ping-pong balls for eyes, voiced in a Scots falsetto, do a modern Punch-and-Judy act in a tartan-clad miniature theatre.  There’s singing, bickering and occasional sock-on-sock violence; the "costumes" are bad, the props are bad, and the jokes are even worse. The whole thing's just gloriously silly and, if you're in the right mood, it’s a hilarious knockabout affair.

Five years on from their Aberdeen debut the Socks have built up a committed following, both in the real world and on YouTube – where you can gorge yourself silly on their extensive back catalogue.  They’ve even made it onto the BBC, in a sketch which wouldn’t have shamed the Two Ronnies (be warned though, the Socks’ language is somewhat riper).

This show does divide opinion, we admit, and there’s the occasional two-star review mixed up among a parade of four- and five-star gushers.  But it's unique, it's cute and it's very Fringe.  We’re a tiny bit embarrassed to admit we’re fans of the Socks – but we just can’t stop going back for more.  Darn them!