It is a blessing that this show is in a pub as a drink or two may be needed. Half of the performance was the product of audience banter, with little assistance from the comedians on stage.
First we meet Jonny, championing 'Is it just me?' jokes that go to every dark corner of humanity including the Megabus, internet dating, and farts, the latter of which we are given a number of impressions. I'm fairly sure a monkey could stand on stage and make fart noises too. Toilet humour and a brief tasteless attempt at racism made it an altogether juvenile set.
We then were greeted by John, who we welcome with his deadpan delivery. All is looking up for the show as we joined in his reminiscence of childhood in Edinburgh, a wedding in the Botanical Gardens, and love when the vanilla jokes go wonderfully sour. However, things take a turn for the worst with the introduction of some personal sex jokes which were as uncomfortable for the audience as it clearly was for him. This was worsened by their graphic nature and the faltering of his poker-faced composure in the delivery of phrases like 'I ejaculated all over the pillows.’
Last was Andrew Sim, the show's saving grace. His opening number was the cause of genuine hilarity, bringing to the audience a great deal of relief. Having introduced himself in a bright flamboyant fashion - much to the surprise of the audience who had been seated by the same fairly meek boy just half an hour before - he set about telling us about his background, building his stories of family strife to the definitive goal of cracking wise, giving his set the structure that the rest of the show is certainly missing. Not only this, he plays off the audience with confidence and adds a touch of amateur dramatics when the mood fits. Though Sim is definitely one to look out for in the future, one out of three cannot justify the hour. If you go at all, don’t go sober.
