A few minutes before the start of our show at Star of Kings this Tuesday, a few in the room were slightly nervous about how the night was going to. We had a slimmer than usual bill, and punters from the pub were reluctant to leave the sun for the basement. But by the time our first act had taken to the stage all fears were assuaged, and we had, a quintessentially brilliant G&B night. Have you ever wondered what train drivers and peacocks have in common? We certainly have, and it’s a question that was answered by our phenomenal opening act, Rob Ash. Both, Rob told us, are striking. Next up was Declan Evans, a man who recently discovered he may be slightly too aggressive to host a pub quiz. Turns out an appropriate opening question is not: ‘what the eff are you looking at?’ Tabish Akbar graced the stage after the that, who told us the tale of how he grew up, not with a unibrow, but with two eyebrows and a bit of spare change, before the hilarious Seam Anderson, told us the extent of his working class heritage. We don’t want to spoil his phenomenal set for you, but let’s just say it starts with having a Shepherd’s Pie for breakfast, and only gets rougher from there. Closing the first half was G&B’s favourite knight in the realm of Gary, Mr Manhine. After wowing the room with the best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression this MC has ever seen, Gary went out of the way to explain that he is one of the comics; not just someone’s dad. Don’t worry Gary, you’re bringing the laughs assured us of that.
Our second half was kicked off in style by the marvellously magical, and awesomely ADHD, Adam B; who this MC is pleased to say he did not find running around the pub later that night chanting ‘I’m a walrus’. Second up was the sublime Rosalie Van , who showed the room how to own your fourth ever stand up gig: with a rather meta breakdown of exactly how every comedian, performs their set. She may be new to performing on the London circuit, but she’s clearly spent a while watching how we work. Next up was the self-declared most fertile man on the comedy circuit, David Ferguson, who became the second act of the night to officially declare Barbara Streisand as his overlord. Damian Krushner was up next, who provided a few travel tips for any flight-phobic members of the crowd, before Raj Kukadia made his pitch for Hinduism being the religion with the best gods. To quote Raj himself: ‘we’ve got the blue one’. And finally, bringing the night to a close in undeniable, and utterly insane style, was the always brilliant, and always batshit, Richard Woolford (pictured): a man who turned his recent medical tragedy into a tiny work of pagan art. Ladies and Gentleman, we insist you go see, ‘Kidney Stone Henge’.