In this rather indie-style, little comedy, Robin is a lonely continuity announcer with only his imagination to comfort him. Running off with confidence on the most bizarre tangents, this show pulls exceptional comedy from gloriously mundane places. The audience is given a fly-on-the-wall view of a day at work for Robin, who keeps an inordinate number of eggs in his coat pockets.
An odd and fairly plain guy at first reckoning, we are drawn into his imaginary world of crazed Robin fans, exciting and interesting friends and his own interpretations of the shows he is announcing. This is all leading up to the great premiere screening of 'The Ring' which, you can imagine, he manages to botch up completely and fix again, like in a good kids movie. Hence it is a wholesome story, cleverly connecting the most distant pieces of the show together, and throwing us off his track, so we are in complete awe of him as the show comes to an end.
Performing an awkward persona can make an audience uncomfortable if it feels like the comedian is too vulnerable, yet whether tongue-tied or accidentally mashing eggs all over his face, Robin is teetering around loss of control and highly loveable for it, as he can't even impersonate the confident man of his aspirations. His attempts to keep these dialogues going with his friends of figment are pitiable and yet excellent fun.
The wordplay is exceptional. Any point in the show where we feel the action dwindling or relevance drifting is brought back and blessed with greater hilarity than could be thought possible in his grand finale. We watch as just a change in inflection places all significance on the subtle repetitions of a crucial sound, unnoticed the first time round. Incredibly clever and full of heart, this is one to revel.
