There’s not really any way to describe how much I enjoyed Glenn Moore’s show other than to say that by the halfway point, I had put my notepad away and was just enjoying the ride.
Everything is just extraordinarily funny
Silly, captivating, at times blissfully chaotic, the set is an absolute joy to sit through. Built around the last two years of Moore’s life and his uncertainties on whether or not to progress with his career or to have a baby with his partner, the gags are belly-achingly funny with hardly any time for the audience to catch their breath before the next gag comes along. At times, I found myself still audibly laughing from jokes made five minutes earlier that I was still replaying in my head. Even now, I sit writing this with a huge grin on my face.
Throughout the hour, Moore is consistently brilliant. Whether he’s telling us about his bad Wi-Fi issues during lockdown, his fears for his child or simply asking a question such as “how do fridges work?”, everything is just extraordinarily funny. But it’s his Basil Fawlty-esque rant towards the end of his set that reminds me that it takes a very talented performer to appear so physically frenzied. You can tell a lot of work has gone into this hour. Not simply the jokes, but the performance, delivery and timing – all of which are impeccable.
This is an absolutely astounding show. I can’t say more than that. The audience were in awe the whole time. Catch it while you still can.
