I Was an Alien Sex God

Hill Street Theatre (Venue 41), 19 Hill St (0131-226 6522), 11.05pm; to 2 Sept (exc Mons)

"Let's get this straight, Commissioner - you're saying that if David Bowie and I have sex, it'll destroy the universe?"

John Constable fully exploits his passing resemblance to the Thin White Duke in his mind-blowingly weird one-man show which takes in acid trips, mind-body transference, quantum physics, Berlin gay clubs and the end of the world as we know it.

The promised Bowie references are liberally scattered throughout his monologue, tailored to allow titters of recognition from those in the know without putting the non-Bowie maniac at a disadvantage, and the man's music is used to great effect as a background score. Constable's material owes an acknowledged debt to the American author (and Bowie-influence) William Burroughs, but Constable himself succeeds in keeping the show floating in a most-a peculiar way.