Dan Tetsell's grandfather was born at the end of the first world war and died at the end of the second. "I never met him," says the thirtysomething Tetsell. "I never dandled on his knee. He never got the chance to give me the German equivalent of a Werther's Original."
More importantly, he never got the chance to tell little Dan what he did in the war. Grandad was a Nazi, an officer in the Waffen SS who won the Iron Cross on the eastern front. He was either directly involved in atrocities or, at the very least, complicit. "There were good Germans," Tetsell says, "but my grandfather wasn't one of them."
This honest, thoughtful show is an attempt to place grandad somewhere on the scale of good and evil, and to explore Tetsell's own multifaceted sense of guilt. He's a comedian, he muses, and he's so hard up for material that he's "bragging about being connected to a possible war criminal".
It doesn't sound like a barrel of laughs, does it? Even when it's spiced up with family snapshots, love letters, and a toy monkey dressed as Hitler. But, although there are more wry chuckles than belly-laughs, this is a gripping, unmissable event.
· Until August 28. Box office: 0870 745 3083
