Naked Singing in Clapham

Geoff shares his naked fears and Jack treats our Clapham audience to a beautiful duet last week at Fat Controller Comedy


The return of a certain special lady

We hate reptiles at Fat Controller Comedy, Clapham. And we have that in common wtih St Patrick (snakes) and St George (dragons).

And it was St P whose day saw crowds gathered outside the Railway, too drunk in their Guinness hats to get let in. Their loss because  indoors and upstairs there was another dreamy bill of comedy.

No one that we know of had a procreative stab in the toilets in the interval like last week but there was still ha-ha in abundance.

First up Amir Khoshsokhan charmed an audience of mainly nurses and IT salesmen with his soothing delivery and awesome timing.

And even the wildest clinical extremes seen by the sisters or the oddest things on the internet could scarce have matched second act Candy Markham for invention, verve and spectacle.

Guile from Street Fighter II-alike Geoff Marsh educated and entertained with a science-themed set taking in evolution, free will, amazonian tree frogs and testicular buoyancy at bathtime.

Adam Greene socked home a set with the imperious swagger of a young Mussolini but with better jokes and without the politics. Catch him do a longer set this Sunday to see what we mean.

From the fetid locks and stillborn urban regeneration schemes of King’s Cross came Matt Comras to take the fifth spot on the bill.

A winning presence with some joyous material the medical world will want to know about, you can catch him MCing the Crying Duck night near a major railway station in north London that was once famed for its sex workers.

Our lucky audience had a superb pre-penultimate act in Tim Renkow. The North Carolinian did not disappoint when he said “I’m going to be funny for the first six minutes then very offensive for the last three”. He wasn’t joking. Well he was, but he wasn’t inaccurate. The crowd’s new favourite American.

Closing the night and putting in a joyous performance in spite of coming straight from a stag weekend was the North-East’s answer to Vic and Bob, Jack Gardner.

He bought with him a certain special lady, a lady who once seen is never forgotten. A lady whose name is Betty Blue Eyes but whose face is terror itself.

What do I mean? I mean that if you’ve seen her you’ll know what I mean. If you haven’t then I very much suggest that you do.

Mothers? Some? We do all have (or have had) ‘em

There was the rugby, there was everybody’s mothers, but in spite of all the competition The Railway in Clapham rejoiced in another rollicking dollop of comedy on Sunday.
A hardy crowd braved the cold after Mother’s Day lunch and were treated to six top acts.
First was Windsor titan Tom Holmes, busting out the A-material as well as fresh-minted funny from his, frankly, unique mind.
Being the opening act is never easy but Holmes was like the bottle of fine Champagne broken on the side of a magnificent comedy vessel as it leaves port on its maiden voyage.
That makes it sound a lot camper than it was, but you get what I mean.
Second comic Ben Westwood left an indelible impression on our audience who lapped up his hard-edged whimsy on befriending strange cats and the genitals he inherited.
One heartwarming moment of his audience interaction is recorded for posterity here – highly recommended.

Closing the first-half was Madeleine Culp, who was great in a number of ways. But if you missed it and want to catch her again you’ll have to go to America, because that’s where she’s off to very shortly.
Have fun Stateside Madeleine!
And it was Madeleine who had the most interesting story to relate after the interval, having overheard a couple engaged in a physical love endeavour in one of the Railway’s loos. Not only do you get comedy at the Fat Controller, you might even get laid!
Opening the second half with pure old-school class was magician El Baldinho.
A great set of tricks, gags and showmanship rounded off with a fantastic set piece, left our audience very happy.
Stepping into a breach left by an unavoidably delayed act was local man (Number five Bunion Road) Luke Oliver.
Luke’s runaway-train surrealism was leavened with a warmth the crowd loved and that was all the more impressive for his having gamely filled one of our gaps at the last minute.
The terrific Andy Storey brought things to a close in unforgettable style.
A timeless blend of craft, inspiration and American Civil War general facial hair, Andy stormed it like Ulysses S Grant. Thanks Andy!
The crowd, who were particularly clued up about wizards in popular culture, were a delight – come again!
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but now it’s weekly!