10.30pm is a difficult slot, we should know better. We tell ourselves not to bother. But we still did. Well it was free that day.
There was something weird about this guy’s routine, something old skool that didn’t quite gel. He wasn’t Jim Davidson or anything, but it wasn’t very narrative or innovative.
I’m sure he’s a nice guy, and he had a good hat.
Half way through he forgot his routine and used his notes after that. He made too much of a big thing of it and got himself flustered. He could have built it in and got away with it, but it threw off what was already a mediocre act. As a consequence he offered us all free tickets for a show later in the run, but I couldn’t be bothered with seeing it again.