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So the Carbunkle is barely a tenth full, we're told that we can sit where we like - it can only mean one thing: we're paying host to an Iffy comedian. Yes, the winner of last year's equivalent of the Perrier is in town, performing to thirty people. It's a tough gig.
It probably doesn't help his confidence that he's tried to walk onto stage through the wrong door.
He points out he's not been on tv, but there was the Eleven O'Clock Show and a couple of days hosting I@m a Celebrity. Their loss. It's in your face - lots of swearing (lots of C words), lots of material about sex, particularly dirty sex, lots of picking ona couple of audience members and suggesting things about their sex lives, lots of stuff about gay sex.
It has to be said he's got a tendency to milk a joke - but in such a way that it becomes funny again. Having riffed on the unlikelihood of Arnold Schwarzenegger starring in four comedy movies (complete with impression), he bounces off his commentary on Conan to do Arnold the stand up comedian. which lapses into through the second half. The first half - over seventy minutes - includes a long sequence on why Scousers aren't funny, with pitch perfect imitations of them (Liverpool having apparently replaced Glasgow as the toughest gig).
As always the sense of the special moment - the this night only. The audience member who looked like Harold Shipman. The new couple who'd rather be shagging. The mixed aged couple who left in the interval. The interval requested by a woman who needed the toilet ("Don't say anything funny whilst I've left the room"). And he tried out new material and had things to say on racism - that if the n-word (which is doesn't use) is kept so offensive, it gives the racists a gift.
In the end, brilliant - and Australian rather than Irish as I'd anticipated.
It probably doesn't help his confidence that he's tried to walk onto stage through the wrong door.
He points out he's not been on tv, but there was the Eleven O'Clock Show and a couple of days hosting I@m a Celebrity. Their loss. It's in your face - lots of swearing (lots of C words), lots of material about sex, particularly dirty sex, lots of picking ona couple of audience members and suggesting things about their sex lives, lots of stuff about gay sex.
It has to be said he's got a tendency to milk a joke - but in such a way that it becomes funny again. Having riffed on the unlikelihood of Arnold Schwarzenegger starring in four comedy movies (complete with impression), he bounces off his commentary on Conan to do Arnold the stand up comedian. which lapses into through the second half. The first half - over seventy minutes - includes a long sequence on why Scousers aren't funny, with pitch perfect imitations of them (Liverpool having apparently replaced Glasgow as the toughest gig).
As always the sense of the special moment - the this night only. The audience member who looked like Harold Shipman. The new couple who'd rather be shagging. The mixed aged couple who left in the interval. The interval requested by a woman who needed the toilet ("Don't say anything funny whilst I've left the room"). And he tried out new material and had things to say on racism - that if the n-word (which is doesn't use) is kept so offensive, it gives the racists a gift.
In the end, brilliant - and Australian rather than Irish as I'd anticipated.
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