It was a really fun evening at The Royal George (soho) on Thursday. First to the stage was the fabulously funny, ageing, bone creaking, months away from retirement, Marco Chiu. After Marco we had Colin Smith. Now I make no secret of the fact I’m a bit of a fanboy when it comes to Colin’s comedy. The very definition of original and left field, you simply never know what to expect other than utter hilarity. Well, last night he did it again and after handing out glasses of what was actually quite decent champagne to everyone, Colin proceeded to do the best man’s speech…at my imagined wedding! It was then over to Becky Jade who reliably informed us that despite their Psychotic Me Time, no children have yet been killed. Tony Carr was next with news about just how clever, and potentially perky, dogs are. After tony was Barbara Fernandez and a little musical ditty about “Santa’s” worst Christmas. Luke Newman then let slip he was a closet metalhead, before letting slip it was actually a little spicier than Motorhead. After Luke was Chris Cowan who gave us some reasons to consider the benefits of dating Christians. For starters, they already like spending time on their knees. Closing the first half was Julianna Meagher. Julianna doesn’t quite get the UK. She’s only just coming to terms with the fact we do actually have a king with a crown and that wasn’t just a bit we did.
After the break we got off to a cracking start thanks to the hilarious, well-lubed, oleaginous oratory of John Pape. After John we had the ever glitzy (they outdid themselves last night!), sequinned siren that is SJ Wyatt. I reckon someone should get in touch with Russel T Davies and propose a new Cyber-Controller. The man with the Milky Bars, Ben Roberts, was next with some nostalgic memories of showbiz friends past. Our next act was doing his first ever G&B gig, which also happened to be his third ever gig. I mention this because you’d never in a million years have known. Shiv Sayti delivered a cracker of a set that simply shone with confidence and comedic craft. Well done Shiv! The wonderful Harsh Thakar then took us from Tinder through Grindr and all back to a pushy mom before Peter Withers explained the trials and tribulations of having blind parents, especially ones who wanted to cut your hair when you were a kid. Closing the show was the one and only Dame Theresa Thompson’s-Gazelle (pictured. AKA Sarah Crowden), the undisputed grand dame of the double entendre. Dame T was on fine form with everything from whips and chains to home made jam and poppers from Prowler. Fabulous!
So that was our Camp as Christmas night, an evening of sumptuous silliness. Next Thursday is our final show of 2023 and headlining we have Jim Hooker and Felix Parkin. Hopefully see you then.