What an amazing night we all had at The Royal George (soho) on Thursday, packed to the rafters again and with a gloriously up for it crowd. First to the stage was the hilarious Pete Kinsella. Pete’s from Guildford, where a feature wall in your lounge is all but compulsory. Jim Hooker was next. Jim was brought up by what might be best described as Peggy Mitchel, which might be why he prefers a Phil Mitchel hairdo. It was then over to Jack Spoole who doesn’t mind what you call him so long as you get your prepositions right. It was then over to Tony Carr and why there’s nothing quite like a pair of well-fitting dignity shorts. Next was Onojie Idemudia and the inconvenient moments when you just don’t have any writing implements. After Onojie we had Declan Evans who knows his way round a confrontational pub quiz. We then had Richard Wheatley and the vibrating, time-keeping butt plug. Closing the first half was the brilliant Louis Fletcher. Louis introduced us to the surreal and bizarre world he inhabits, a world where is is desperately trying to get his love life back on track…despite his complete lack of alpha male genes.
After the break, and me avoiding losing the contents of my wallet thanks to a bit of magic, we got off to a great start thanks to the fabulous Phil Green, who may or may not be the secret son of the famous Welsh crooner, Tom Jones. It was then over to Lewis Crook who has a mate from Clapham with no hands, but a lifetime’s supply of irony. Lucy Pook then told why a 10K run won’t heal the memory of a dodgy ex. It was then over to Phillip Reiss, whose ego was once seriously dented by a family bag of crisps. Akachi then told us funny bones is what brought her to comedy and scoliosis is what keeps her here. It was then over to Sebastian Cowan and some great dating tips: #1 find pineapple on pizza a fascinating debate. Our next act, Mark Rufus, got us to brace ourselves for the advent of the John Lewis Christmas add before Jonathan Stadlen (pictured) shared with us some TV show pitches that should have been shot on sight. Closing the show was the brilliant Carwyn Blayney. Carwyn had them eating out the palm of his hand from the off before finally having the crowd in tears of laughter with some McDonald’s online complaints…complete with music and hilariously spelling.
So that was Thursday at The Royal George (soho). Headlining next Thursday we’ve the dynamic duo of Louie Mclean and Alex D. Love.