Thursday was another busy G&B night at The Royal George (soho) and the first act to make them laugh was the hilarious James Sutton whose cost of living crisis is really causing the pinch; he’s having to buy smaller thongs. Leo Ma was next with news that he once tried hip hop, but it just made him look like a drunk drag queen who couldn’t walk in heels. It was then over to Marc Cox who thanks to some childhood car trips still has a thing about emergency bathroom breaks. It was then over to road rag princess, Indi Madray, a lady you do not want to piss off on the road. Gabriel Madden then let us in on the family secret that his father is hung like a deep sea submersible before Christopher Donovan told us about his early years as the karate kid, but it was no Mr Miyagi that taught him. Next was Phil Blackmore who wants to reappropriate the kick a ginger game into give a ginger anal. After Phil was Barbora Beránková then told us why she wants to encourage the English to express their feelings more. I disagree. Bottle them up, keep them to yourselves and die young with high blood pressure. Mikey Bharj was next with the concept of reverse dating before Laura Gómez closed the first half with some dating tips and advice and a look into her idea future with Mr Right, the only dude who made money from crypto currency.
After the break the brilliant Paul Little got things going with what war really is good for. Tinnitus, apparently. Daisy Roberts then confessed to liking her guys dumb, hot and with a full compliment of limbs. It was then over to Tony Carr and how you get a dog to stop biting. A method only a dog could have come up with. Chris Cowan then told us he likes home baked cookies, donating blood and downward facing doggy style. After Chris was Fab Goualin who recently discovered under no circumstances to gays use Imperial Leather soap. Peri Whyte almost injured himself folding away his sofa bed before remembering it wasn’t a sofa bad before Raj Kukadia told us of the light at the end of the tunnel you never want to see with your dick in your hand. Mark Vincent was the evening’s penultimate act. Mark was recently told to change his diet or he might die. Not one to tolerate threats he got himself two half pounders and cheese. Closing the show was comedy’s beer mat poet laureate, Jack Scullion (pictured). With his two stage assistants, Jack gave us some haiku hilarity and stanza silliness.
Well that was a busy and fun night. Headlining next Thursday we have Ro Dodgson and Charlie Firth.