A flock of seagulls. A gaggle of ducks. A betrayal of penguins. If you know the proper collective noun for our penguin chums, do not tell this comedy duo. The main character feature of their comedy act being based upon a benign ignorance of what is fact and what matters. The two men; one dressed as a shabby student, the other, a robust Irishman in a tuxedo, mix sketch comedy and a pre-planned but well executed stand up act to make for an entertaining if woefully bemusing afternoon. These are the kind of larger than life people who spend a little too much time together that you meet at University. The show is held together by some sense of a fragile structure, but it is worth going to see the production to escape reality and rediscover a pleasant living room student comedy. The audience were introduced to the show with a pillow and it felt like the comedians were probably constrained by health & safety or finances from giving us a brew, which would have well suited the atmosphere. They indulge in a little light banter at each others expense, which is taken to the ludicrous by the appearance of Oliver, a charming, speechless, flightless man in a penguin costume. Every time there is a penguin joke made he is unfortunately in the room and storms off offended, until he later becomes the sound technician for the show. This is the type of harmless, unaware comic charm that the show carries, leaving the audience befuddled but content. The duo go on, through entertainingly weak comedy links to do their own solo stand up acts, which consist entirely of plugging their acts. While there is no spectacular barrage of comedy there is a constantly light smattering of shits and giggles. The chemistry onstage between the comedians is evident and if youre sick of taking life a little too seriously this show might be a godsend of confusion.
