This week Brenda Gilhooly won a well-deserved prize at the British Comedy Awards for her work as a writer on the critically-acclaimed primetime hit Harry Hill’s TV Burp.
But it can of been as nothing next to the honour of opening the last Fat Controller’s Comedy Night of 2012 in Clapham last Sunday.
Brenda gamely opened for our crowd of discerning live comedy afficianados and did not disappoint. From one-night stands to which gender commits suicide better, her set had it all.
Following her, the magisterial Andy Zapp took our audience to the furthest reaches of human experience with some bravura drugs stories and gags as trusty and true as a sword passed from generation to generation of a noble house.
Swinging things back the xx-chromosome way, Carmen Ali taught us all what the word hydrophobic meant outside of the rabies context. In a winning 10-minute spot Carmen also taught the crowd what erotic cannibalism meant. And in SEO terms anyone now searching “Erotic cannibalism” and “Clapham” now has a legitimate reason.
At each appearance at the Fat Controller James Shakeshaft combines the value of a British holiday with the fun and glamour of a more exciting holiday whilst transcending the contradictions that implies. Presenting hand-crafted remixes of his classic bits his material is more than just technically very strong.
After the break up-and-coming Peter Kelly enthralled with a set built largely around leg amputations. A furrow largely unplowed by his fellow comics, he nonetheless infused the tales with warmth, bathos and lashings of ha-ha-ha.
People have talked about tattoos before at the Fat Controller but none with the winning bonhomie of Murray Porter. The imaginative Scot wowed Clapham’s comedy discriminati kids with his speedboat comic mind.
Ending the evening in superb style was Twayna Mayne. The Moroccan government may have survived the Arab Spring but will surely not endure the forensic character assassination she sets out in her letter to the tourist board, after what sounds like a horrific holiday in the Maghreb. But like the alchemists of yore she transmuted the grim metals of an awful-sounding holiday into pure comic gold. The audience were only one drink offf a standing ovation and we will be bringing her back just as soon as we can.
Clapham’s premier comedy night, Fat Controller’s at The Railway, returns -hungrier, madder, leaner, laugha-haha-ier, in the New Year!
As will you gentle reader, as will you, for it is written…