So Thursday night we were back at The Royal George after its summer refurb and oh, what a difference a month makes! The place looks amazing and the cabaret room downstairs has had some major changes made to it. The first biggie is the stage being on the other side of the room now. We’ve also lost the folding chairs and in their place there’s fabulous, new comfy seats. The refurb has ripped out some of its old, unused features allowing us to make the absolute most of the space now making it about a third bigger! You’re gonna love it!
Anyway, to our opening night show. First to the new stage was the hilarious Calvin Smith, the man who gets sweaty with a Sudoku. After Calvin was Rick Longley. Rick studied at Oxford, which isn’t as important as you knowing he studied at Oxford. Next was Rohan Ashar, a man who quite frankly would rather a train to just about anything. After Rohan was the fabulously funny Marigold Lately. Marigold’s studying English at the moment and reckons it’s marginally more stressful than domestic violence. It was then over to John Davies and the battle between his hair and gums to see who recedes first. Mac O’Donnell then returned to the scene of the crime where someone went to jail for not sticking around to see the end of his set. After Mac was Ricky Baker who graduated from ballet school with a tutu. It was then over to Declan Evans and everything from forklifts to giant kettles and Hogwarts to bank robbing. Closing the first half was the brilliant Eoghan Collins. Eoghan might soon be a big TV star. So long as he keeps his promise to the TV exec and doesn’t watch baby Reindeer.
After the break we got off to a great start thanks to Mr Corporate, Phillip Cornwall. Phil gave us the corporate gamut of ice breakers, trust falls and insertable fruits. Next was Billy Jennings (pictured) who wondered if P Diddy had got himself a job lot of lube from Poundland. It was then over to the fabulous Rachel Morton-Young and just why Dutch underwear can never be as sexy as its French counterpart. After Rachel was George Lestner who thinks we should all be spending more time on social media and in particular those photo realistic tattoo sites. After George was Nick Bain and just what happens when a family hits its capacity for love: no more babies till Nan dies. Tamzin Rafn then introduced us to pubic puppetry and in particular Flangela Lansbury. The evening’s penultimate act was the hilarious gunnery of Oliver Wright who’s quite keen on the benefits of getting chipped. Closing the show we had the fabulously funny top shagger that is Charlie Firth. Charlie’s ability to bench press a small car comes from the weighted blanket his mother gave him. If only she knew the problems she’s caused.
So that was our first night back at The Royal George and it was a belter of an evening. See you next Thursday.