Thursday, November 4th, The Royal George

Thursday, November 4th, The Royal George

So last night’s show at Royal George Charing Cross Road was jam-packed with some great new talent making their G&B debuts. The first act to the stage was Steven Mayne, a man who can’t help but admire the incredible efficiency of sex workers who can make a whole hour seem like mere minutes. It was then over to Lily Webb and how Vincent van Gogh was her wing man on a first date. Almost Marc then explained just why kids are the worst possible business plan for couples. It was then over to a trio of new faces, starting with Marty Gleeson and the secret craft of the whisper and why the whisper laugh will never take off. Hot on Marty’s heels was Tom Cousins and just why the UK is called Great Britain…because it just is, so shut-it! After Tom, and all the way from Brazil. we had Gabby. Between its fascination for football and porn, Gabby is less than surprised Brazil has its very own, and very efficient, by the hour system. It was then over to Louis Brady and the heavy consequences of a severely judged spag bol. Closing the first half was a real G&B fave, the brilliant Declan Kennedy, the ginger offspring of a Jehovah Witness and a trade union official. Declan has found himself recently referring to his ‘naughty parts’ as the AA: mainly because they’re rarely needed, but comforting to know they’re there.

After the break, and a little Russian Roulette G&B style, the wonderful Donal Vaughan kicked things off by telling us just how well he can handle the truth…several times, apparently. It was then over to another four new faces starting with Srikar Madiraju and how he only recently discovered the sex scenes in Titanic, and is now a big Kate Winslett fan. Phoebe Hitt then gave us a lesson in the friendship lunge, a neat little party tactic I suspect many will be using this weekend. Jamie Skepper was after Phoebe with tales of his parents. His dad seems to have a slight obsession with torches and his mum is a 21st century Fagan. The final new face of the evening was Olly M, whose ancestry DNA test came back as 78% vanilla. Our penultimate act was Maeve Boffey. Maeve sees herself as sexually fluid, in as much as she’s up for anything with a good drink in her. Closing the show was the fabulous craziness of Richard Woolford. From potty training and chocolate fingers to X rated X rays and Kidney Stonehenge, Richard took the crowd on a rollercoaster ride of batshit crazy and they couldn’t get enough of it. Brilliant stuff.

So that was last night and it was an absolute blast of a show. Thanks to everyone, acts and audience, for making that one so much fun.