Well is was a fabulously packed night at The Royal George (soho) on Thursday and what a great crowd they were, too. First to the stage was the hilarious Louis Fletcher, who has a penis called Colin and a dachshund who called the police. Joey Abels then showed us how handy he was with his bus making skills before Felix Parkin told us he was from Telford: the place that sums up the notion of, if JD Sports made towns. Dónal Ó Catháin was next with his freud chicken complex before Phillip Reiss informed us that Glasgow is twined with Cuba. Harry Turner then kept pointing us to what was next. Indeed next was James Onionz, who is often asked if he’s a cat or a dog person. Turns out he’s just a person, a very hairy one. Tristan Wolfe then confessed that his mother learned a lot about him as a teenager by reading his diary. After Tristan we were taken to another plane thanks to his eminence, Master Yogie Belle aka Michael Yanny(pictured). Yogie took us into our imaginations and, as it turned out, Yogie’s rather nice conservatory. Closing the first half was the hilarious Mark Vincent, who was on cracking form! Mark told us how abbreviations change as you get older and your bladder gets weaker. He also let us in on a little secret: he’s hung like a pumpkin in the prostate department.
After the break we got off to a cracking start thanks to Declan Evans, who did so well at his GCSEs he’s betting his future on comedy. Chris Cowan then confessed that he’d never known real failure until failing an autism test. It was then the turn of Alex Rogerson who did a fascinating bit with a chair. It was then over to Charlie Firth and the tale of his first erection and some classic parenting tips. After Charlie we had Mr Corporate, Phillip Cornwalll, whom after a long day at the thought factory often feels exhausted with all the flipping of paradigms and thinking outside the dodecahedron. Next was Jamie Henderson and the break up tale we’ll never forget before Fred Foaley confessed to having once been the most ignored man at his job. At least he got out alive, though. It was then over to Carwyn Blayney (who’s through to the SYTYF finals!), who has a bit of an ongoing thing with Alexa; she just can’t get his accent. Closing the show was the fabulous Pete Kinsella. Pete gave the crowd many reasons not to sit next to him on the train, and his singing wasn’t even one of them. He also admits to being a real man, one who isn’t ashamed of loving a bubble bath.
Well that was a really fun night at The Royal George. Headlining next Thursday we have Kim Hope and Jim Hooker.