London Comedy Night 2011
A few years ago I stumbled across the via their wonderful song (which is phenomenally rude - truly) and then a great concert just down the road from my office. So when they sent round one of their emails advertising the I didn't hesitate to bag a couple of tickets; after all it promised to be a fun night out and all of the money raised was going directly to charity (in fact the has some personal relevance to me so that was a bonus). Of course I didn't forget my sensible head when booking the tickets and made use of to make sure that I ordered some good seats!
So it was that we ended up in Row C with a prime view of the action and that was a great call. The whole show was anchored by a hairy Canadian guy called and he did a fine job of warming us, the audience, up; even to the extent of handling a deranged heckler in one of the boxes. That was very surreal! OK it's fair to say that his routine of being amazed by the British got a little bit familiar but as an energetic compere he had what it takes. Each act got a rousing introduction and an equally enthusiastic departure; just what you need to keep the show rolling.
From here the line-up had some real highlights that had us in stitches. One of our favourites was with his nice line in sardonic wit, sharp asides and inability to move around the stage. In a way that's the mark of a professional and shared that skill. With what seemed like scant effort he could ramble on about cheddar cheese, making the bed and anything that came to mind; in the beginning he even managed to play the chair as strange as it sounds; that's talent. In a similar vein a young served up some pretty solid stand-up with riffs on living in deepest Dorset and other low-key observations.
On the other hand some of the artists were really off-the-wall. came on as a mind-reader who can't read minds and that was really strange; after a while his act came together and Lenore became increasingly happy that she hadn't been the poor lady dragged up on stage and embarrassed! After this there was and he was so far beyond our expectations that it was hard not to laugh; imagine a suave Sinatra crossed with Hitler crooning show-tunes and you'll be half there I guess. Then we came to and her act was equally past comedy but what acrobatic skills! I'll never regard hoops in the same light again.