So our last night having to deal with the tube strikes was at The Royal George on Thursday. A little quieter than usual, but it was a great crowd so a fun night was had by all. First to the stage was the hilarious Chiff Powell, whose therapy bill is a bit like a Ryan Air flight: costs more than expected due to excess baggage. Next was the fabulously funny Mark Nicholas and the mystery of greg Wallace’s underwear. We then had Matt Eley, a man who has travelled far and wide, within a 30 mile radius of where he lives. It was then over to the puntastic Ricky Baker, the ringmaster of a brilliant circus one-liner set. Joe Vaughan then confessed to possibly being a balloon in a man’s body. After Joe was Charlie Firth, his junior school’s hide-and-seek expert. Closing the show was the hilarious Declan Evans, whose mum is very glad he’s stopped writing his sets down on bits of paper.
After the break, and a little mind reading magic, we got off to a great start thanks to the brilliant John Pape and some essential tips on how to navigate a well organised sex party. After this Sam O’Connor, and if you want to get him horny just tell him, “Amo un jengibre”. Rosie G then discovered that marshmallow and hair are not a great set of recipe ingredients. The fabulously funny Rhys Jose then confessed to everyone that he was gay, despite his wardrobe having beaten him to it. It was then over the professor of the profane, the one and only Gordon MacSween (pictured) and his nob-o-meter. Our very own Mj Hunter was next with just why men aren’t the ones that have periods. Our penultimate act was Fred Bell, giving off a licensed “sporty” vibe. Closing the show, and on fine form, was Sonny Savage. Sonny still doesn’t believe in Puerto Rico. So can someone please find me a Puerto Rican comic!
So that was another great night at The Royal George. Headlining next Thursday we’ve the hilarious Mj Hunter and the magical mayhem of Stuart Turner.