Luke Milford is a likeable chap who seems to like people, so much so they form a major part of his show. A recent graduate from university, Luke harmlessly interrogates a small intimate crowd to discover the best job ‘top trump’ as he puts it and a potential future employer. He should fear not because as host of this show he definitely fulfilled the job description as competent comedy compare. He was invited into the audience’s circle of trust by making light, easy comedy at no one’s expense and with again some witty inoffensive humour that served to segregate none.
The result was that even when Matt Viney, one of his one-lining Jimmy Carr-esque guests, absolutely bombed, Luke was able to shake off the crowds indifference and muster them for a final rally to bring on Nick Cranston, who was fortunately much better. Cranston, a fellow Geordie sporting a couple of hearing aids and some prescription glasses, was certainly not lacking in the dry-comedy department. He sometimes went too far as regards political correctness, but when you’re partially deaf and partially blind, as he puts it, you’ve earnt the right wield the white stick of discrimination without mercy.
