It was a busy and beautifully air conditioned room at Royal George Charing Cross Road on Thursday. Kicking things off was the hilarious Godfrey Mercado and the perfect complexion for great tea. It was then over to Gareth Beavis, who cued up the most perfect bit of entrance timing…from an audience member. It was then over to Tony Carr, a man lamenting his missed opportunity to be in a porn movie. After Tony was Lucy Atkinson (pictured), who has an interesting idea on how to check is she’s suffering from sleep apnea. We then had Chris Cowan, who did his best to find ut who was straight, gay and available. Closing the first half was the hilarious Stanislav Gunko, a man with an accent that says he’s not from London, but he’s fitting in well now he has a thesaurus and an understanding of Birmingham.
Kicking off the second half we had our very own songbird, Barbara Fernandez. Barbara gave us the full French experience of looking down her nose at her American half. After Barbara was the fabulous Jenny Jope, who’d dearly love Cornwall to be allowed into the Celtic gang. After Jenny was Rosie G, whose Catholicism has taken her to some less than biblical places. Next was Erik Olsen and the happy clappy ne gay movie by Lars von Trier. Hot on Erik’s heels was Owen Stanley, who did not get chlamydia from his nan. Lucas Papantoniou then told us all about the array of products you can buy on a Brazilian beach before Hal Diouani and his memorable first holiday at Butlins Bognor Regis. Our penultimate act was Robert Idel, a man who has convinced more women to do comedy than him. Closing the show was the brilliant Jonny Brace, aka Daddy Pig. Jonny gave us something to think about with the return of Jesus and his inevitable American ICE arrest.