So Thursday night at The Royal George (soho) was G&B’s last show of 2023 and what a gig to close on. It was an absolutely packed and buzzing night. I think it’s fair to say my opening bit was possibly one of the most memorable we’ve seen at the club and thankfully both me and the backdrop managed to survive (you really had to be there). First to the stage was the hilarious Pete Kinsella and just how many French Fancies makes a nutritious breakfast. Next was Lily Webb, her dad’s ideal son, which is news for her two brothers. It was then over to Marc Salmon and when is best to lean in for a iiss on a 1st date before Becky Jade described her full on inherited armoury. Talking of inheritances, Mark Vincent then described his father’s trans-substantiation into a house. Declan Evans also spoke briefly of his father who seemed to have managed some spectacular magic tricks back in his day. It was then over to Ben Marciano and the very small group of people who need to observe bonfire night. After Ben was Tony Carr and the mysterious etymology of jizz. Cathy White then explained the cleaning costs of cat piss before Declan Kennedy had us wonder if he was indeed the spitting image of Harold Shipman…if he’d been a lighthouse keeper rather than a doctor. Closing the first half was Felix Parkin and a tale of missing loo roll that will haunt us all.
After the break we got off to a great start thanks to the fabulously funny Jack Scullion, who is now G&B’s poet laureate. It was then over to Pop Daddy and the Christmas hit that should have been before Belle Gold and everything from the 3 little pigs to hot sauce. Will Milligan then explained why it takes big balls to go naked with small balls. After will was Josh Mason and the enema enigma of terrifying dynamics. Ollie Nicholas was next with why terraced accommodation can be dangerous…if mispronounced. It was then over to Calvin Smith and the irony of the Seven Deadly Sins and their odd order of priority. Prakash Mistry then let us in on a little secret of those famous Yorkshire tea plantations… There aren’t any! The evening’s, and indeed the year’s, penultimate act was Charlie Firth with the unacceptable cost of mouth guards. Our final act of the year was the festive fabulousness that is Jim Hooker (pictured). Jim gave the crowd a glimpse into the family Christmas we were all relived not to get an invite to.
So that was our last show of the year. We’re next back at The Royal George (soho) on January 11th when Ben Roberts and Jack Scullion will be headlining. Until then, have a fabulous Christmas and New Year.