Thursday, December 2nd, Royal George

Thursday, December 2nd, Royal George
It was a slightly quieter night than usual at Royal George Charing Cross Road last night, but the past couple of months have been packed to bursting, so a little more legroom was kinda nice. That said, they were a lovely crowd, so all in all a fun night. Our MC for the evening was the brilliant Steven Mayne who wasted no time getting the room energised and laughing before bringing on our first act of the night, the hilarious Pete Kinsella. Pete has never been to prison, a fact he likes to get out of the way early on, especially on first dates and court appearances. We then had Jim Brown, a guy whom in a world of electric toothbrushes still prefers the old school acoustic brushes. It was then over to Lily Webb, whose medical condition makes her wonder if maybe God is a bit of a homophobic bitch. After Lily we had Gail Egbeson, whose frugal childhood taught her that out-of-date milk is just premature cheese. It was then the turn of Jake Z, whose family took the man’s best friend theory possibly a bit too far. Our next act was the fabulously French Cedric Aubert, a man who can make anything sound sexy…even when he calls himself Karen. It was then over to Nativ Gigs and the two most opposite of siblings. There’s Nativ, whose naked body resembles a closing down sale at carpet Warehouse, and his brother, who is so hairless he can almost speak dolphin. Closing the first half was the incredible Neuroses (aka Robbie Fox). As Our Lord Ozzy’s representative from the Church of Heavy Metal, Neuroses led the crowd in prayer. He also let slip one of the great metaphysical mysteries of all time: The Devil is actually from Lambeth.
After the break Steven had the room in stitches before bringing on Rhys Thorne, a lad whose father wanted nothing more than for his son to play rugby, whereas Rhys preferred just to play with rugby players. Charlie Evans was next with the sinister undertones hidden within the violent threats of hymns. After Charlie was Marty Gleeson, who explained just why there are few things that can’t be cured by masturbation. Miss Rielle then hit us with the fast fashion faux pas and the phone fear frenzy before Danny John Scott got all excited about his advent calendar and his upcoming one year break-up anniversary. The evening’s penultimate act was Louisa Corr, who was rocking the winter poncho. She’d also this year found herself way overdressed one night for The Slug & Lettuce. That’s a belt she won’t be wearing again. Closing the show was the fabulous Alex Theo. From football to car mechanics and priests to the wrath of God, the audience was taken on a journey through a week in the life of Alex Theo. And they loved every second of it!
So that was last night at Royal George Charing Cross Road. Headlining next Thursday we have Mark Nicholas and, once again, the legend that is Jimbo. See you then.