Another fortnight, another night full of comedy and a ten minute break!
But where was Murray Porter? Maybe we screwed up the diary and he’s due another day..
Anyway, Matthew Highton was a strong start indeed. There was some free-form Bowie, some classic joke forms and the definitive goose strangling routine. All done beneath hair that no one else would be worth.
Tom Holmes bashed the gig’s backdoors in like a thousand mini Michael Caines. He won the crowd over as thoroughly with his Berkshire filth as Matthew had with his Good Food Show big tent surrealism.
Darius Davies is never the same twice and this time was no exception and if you’ve seen him be the same twice that’s probably because him being the same twice is actually him being different from what he normally is, never the same twice.
Anyway, rather magnificently he won the audience back round comprehensively after a forthright discussion with a game guy in a beret. Better than normal success, is success wrung from the mouth of disaster (well, temporary difficulty). And Darius did this. Then, magnificently, he went back! “If I had a gun I would massacre you all, just so no one would know what has happened here tonight, just now”.
The true measure of wealth is when you can afford to be this frivolous with something a lesser act would have to sweat to earn. A hero, a gentleman and a pleasure to have on.
We had a break and then Steven Burt was charm itself with jokes, some discussion of the chairs and some solid work about hands. These were the same hands he had written his material on, and there was a palpable sigh of disappointment when he told the crowd “I’m afraid that was all the jokes I had room to write on my hands”.
After such a relentlessly high standard, bearded elf man-boy James Shakeshaft could only fail by comparison – BUT DIDN’T! and he closed the evening on a considerable high.A recap quiz, surnames, dreams and the Secret Milliner – it had it all.
This week’s mystery prize: A gravy separator.
A good night had by all! Come!