Tuesday, October 5th, Star of Kings

Tuesday, October 5th, Star of Kings

It was a slightly quieter evening than usual at The Star, but I think it’s fair to say we made up for it in comedy quality. First to the mic was the hilarious Ryan Cross (someone you’ll be seeing more of in the MC role at The Star real soon) and why let them eat cake really isn’t the thing to do on holiday. David Veniar then hit the crowd with one of the most incredible bits of, how can I word this, Mormon sex trampolining trivia. It was quite, quite special. It was then over to Renata Pereira, who had come straight from A&E after a well worth it fisting accident before Seam Anderson gave us a lesson in how to make karma work for you in hard cash terms. Paul Little then took us from sharks to snorkel and dentist rejections before Phil Henderson told us of the one thing no straight man can do in public without fear of arrest: innocently watch kids playing in the park. The fabulous Maya Kolaska was after Phil with a question that had us all wondering: is 85 really a good age to get thrush? Closing the first half was the sheer brilliance of Steve Vertigo. Now if you ever get the chance to go see one of Steve’s one man shows, jump at it. Trust me when I say you don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to experience an hour inside Steve’s truly bizarre head. It’s like the wildest acid trip without the comedown…or discovering yourself naked in a restaurant.

After the break and a rather spectacular display of psychic ability from Jo Fletcher-Cross, we handed over to the wonderful Kirsty Hudson. Kirsty is from Bury St Edmonds, a place so posh its moto is “Beggars can’t be…tolerated”. After Kirsty was Jerome Saigol, a man torn between his two cultures, one Pakistani Muslim and intolerant of alcohol, the other Irish Catholic and intolerant of sobriety. Talking of families, after Jerome was Kate Lois Elliott whose parents escaped from the world’s most boring religious cult where group sex was replaced by bake sales. Dan Stubbs was next with the sensory nightmare that will haunt us all, that of the year old, uncleaned bedsheets that felt like wafer thin ham. The evening’s penultimate act was neuroses (aka Robbie Fox). I have nothing in my notebook here because there is nothing you can say to summarise Neuroses effectively. This is more a psychological experience than comedy set, captivating, disturbing and addictive all at once. Closing the show was Jo Fletcher-Cross. Gigging through the pain of a kidney stone – this is the definition of the show must go on – Jo took us on a journey through her Glasgow childhood from dance school to flute lessons, skiing and a whole host of other things she was utter shite at doing. Fortunately they all brought her to the door of comedy and Eurovision, and that’s when her painkillers kicked in. To be honest, a kinda unmissable set.

So that was last night. Thanks to everyone, acts and audience for making it so much fun. Next Tuesday is our LGBTQ night at The Star and we’ve two amazing headliners for you: Samuel Ch Zernig and Dick Denham! See you then.