So May 20th at The Bell was an absolutely cracking night. I love it when we get those shows where the acts bring A game sets for an appreciative crowd. First to the stage was Paul Little with a philosophical treatise on libraries and book burning. It was then over to Tony Carr, who speaks from parental experience when he says if you’re the third kid, you were a mistake. We then had the guilt flavoured sherbet flying saucer that is the ripped bod of god, thanks to Martina O’Sullivan. Susan Heather Kitcatt then had us worried that we’ve been supporting terror regimes, but turns out it was just dips. After Susan was Sam Hampson and why being thrown out of a WhatsApp group really hurts. Peri Whyte then gave us everything from sarcastic AI to Turing test fails. It was then the turn of Charlie Firth, a top shagger…or at least that’s what he wants his mum to think. Closing the first half was Phil Green (pictured), who does some great work in the community with middle aged, divorced men with strong denial complexes.
After the break, and a little demonstration on how to create your own religion, we got off to a great start thanks to the simply hilarious Dylan Almeida and the beta male issues of the influencer vibes being given off by the new Pontiff. The brilliant Maya Bloom was next with the confession that she was from such a poor family they couldn’t afford vowels. Grace Mille then reminded us just how lucky we were that someone of her celebrity status, one of her areas most celebrated vegans, performs at G&B. Nora Mawla then confessed to being haunted by Ann Summers debt collectors – if you want to know more go see her perform. After Nora was Michal Jenicek who is always impressed by the British ability to queue for virtually any situation. Our penultimate act was Rob McAlone, the man who looks like you feel after a really strong joint. Closing the show was the brilliant Jonny Brace. From Crimean war birthday party themes to Jo Da Costa’s impressive girth and a bit of God thrown in for good measure, Jony had the crowd in absolute hysterics.