For a chunky, 30ish, punk-rocker bloke, Wil Hodgson has a rather strange obsession with My Little Pony, confessing to having been a collector of these wee lumps of pink plastic and hair since an early age.
Mind you, his My Little Pony herd is probably one of the least unusual things about him, as he stands proudly on stage with his very own pink Mohican hair-do and matching nail-polish.
This is quite a dark set, and not for everyone as he runs through his life in Chippenham and the delights of Saturday night in one nutter pub versus another. He's got a nice line in chat on the subject of 'real women' (less depilated than you tend to see in the mags, apparently), and why racists seem to enjoy ethnic foods.
There is some good material here, but it's delivered in such a way as to be quite tiring after a while. It's pretty much an hour's monotone, with next to no movement around the stage - just the big bloke holding the mike stand, staring out at the audience and having a gentle rant.
If you have a nostalgia for the punk era, or perhaps a more modern sense of outsider-ness, then this is a show worth seeing. Just don't expect any of that new-fangled audience participation to go with your old-fashioned, workmanlike stand-up.
