With a razor-sharp tongue and ever sharper wit – think 1940s American reporter meets cocktail bar swagger – David Mills delivers an hour of comedy that you may mistake for an hour of catching up on the latest gossip with your gay best friend. Mills’ delivery is fast-paced yet easily digestible, a fine line but he manages to get the balance just right. His material is very clever and well-rehearsed without coming across as washed out, striking the collective funny bone of the audience as he discusses celebrities, the homeless and Islam. However, he is careful never to border on the offensive or distasteful - or at least he thinks so.
Like many comedians at the Fringe, he takes the big topical issues of the moment such as Scottish Independence, the Olympics and the Gay Marriage but cleverly approaches them from a different angle, catching the audience out by countering their expectations of regurgitated and generally unfunny material and, instead, offering a fresh and funny perspective.
Throughout his show, Mills employs a very conversational manner and although he is careful not to digress or divert too much away from the topic at hand, when he does so it is in such a natural way that there are no pauses to remember what comes next. Mills maintains excellent control which makes the show flow seamlessly. By the end of the show, you’ll no doubt believe that being friends with Mills would be somewhat of a treat, but you’ll be all too aware that you’ll be damned should you ever become his enemy.
