So it was 17 months almost to the day when G&B last had a show at The Royal George, so it was amazing to be back and I was overjoyed to be there. It seems I wasn’t the only one who’d missed the place. The venue was packed with faces old and new and all up for some comedy. First to the new look stage was Eddie Black, who after months of lockdown watching Bear Grylls he took away from it all one thing: no one likes a drama queen in the jungle! After Eddie was Danny John Scott, a man who longs for the executive lifestyle that will afford him a king-sized bed, compared to his current inability to afford a king-sized Pot Noodle. Lily O’Farrell was next with why she now only dates misogynists: it saves her time on the admin later. Andrew Coleman was after Lily with a Magritte like ponderance: when is a hat not a hat? When it’s a link to a porn site. Hot on Andrew’s heels was Chris Seale and some tips on how to use Peppa Pig to explain the complexities of adult relationships…badly. It was then over to that old-school romantic, Jaz Mattu, who really knows how to make friends and run up tabs at Greggs. It was then over to Mark Nicholas and a glorious bit of deep philosophy: if a comic tells a joke in the forest and no one is there to hear, would it still be unfunny? The fabulous Emily McQuade was after Mark, translating some NHS jargon. Words like benign, which put through the NHS translator means “not dire enough to warrant spending money on treating”. Closing the first half was the hilarious Jake Cornford. Jake took us through just what it means to be a 21st century adult: realising you’re in a crippling, hamster-esque wheel of futile repetition, but managing to find joy in the little things in life, like hating people who say hollibobs and how to get a bong hit off a USB stick. Deep and meaningful stuff there.
After the break we got off to a cracking start with Donal Vaughan and a little pro tip for watching porn in any social or shared environment: make sure your headphones are firmly plugged into the laptop! After Donal we had Craig Smalls and how to avoid premature ejaculation. It’s easy, you picture The Nan. Not your nan, The Nan, the nans’ Nan, The Queen. It was then over to Nikola McMurtrie and a short musical interlude that had me in absolute stitches, and not just because of the head gear. After this we had Andrew Thompson who teased out the comedy inteligencia with a bit of classy pedantry and whether Lutonians can deport prepositions. Daniel Morris was after Andrew with just why knock, knock jokes were completely unacceptable material on Zoom gigs over lockdown. We then had Charlie Evans, a man who achieved some goals over lockdown, having eaten 3 vegan sausage rolls in one sitting. He’s truly lived. Shahbaaz Mahboubi, the king of the falcons, was the evening’s penultimate act with the language hierarchy that left him questioning Klingon’s position in the overall status of things. Closing the show we had the one and only Pam Ford. Barred from several dance classes now for breaking too many men, mainly the short ones, Pam turned to You Tube and Joe Wicks for some recreational male viewing. Her tip for the ladies, watch him with the sound off!
So that was our opening night back at Royal George Charing Cross Road. It was so good to be back there. Thanks to everyone who came down to say hi. Headlining next Thursday we have the fabulously bizarre Steve Vertigo and Ding.