G&B was at Arch1 last night and we had a cracker of a show. Kicking it all off we had Simon Hall, a man who loathes how women are treated and cat called in the street, largely because he gets it himself from building sites thanks to his long hair. After Simon was Lilian Belli, who has found herself recently contemplating lesbianism, if only for a more sophisticated foreplay experience. Rhea Folkers was next with the secrets of the trans handbag and just why the bathroom is always utterly spotless when she leaves. Cedric Aubert was next with the joys of a supportive family…and a decent optician. Robert Preston was hot on Cedric’s heels with, taking notes to send back to the great collective that secretly rules the world by messing up fascists’ tax returns and legal aid. It was then over to Andy Jones, whose second ever gig posed the question, what’s more contagious and dangerous that Covid? You probably know already, it’s Ed Shearin! Nativ Gigs was next with the confession that he’s so hairy that if he swims in the sea he’s more drift net than human. It was then over to G&B’s favourite nerd, Roger Clarke, and the Windows screensaver come to life. The stage then braced itself for the man mountain that is Pete Kinsella. Now Pete is very much a modern man. He just looks like neanderthal man. Closing the first half was the brilliant Michael Frankland. From clap clinics to dodgy Uber ratings and how not to be Netflix high maintenance to the Dudley branch of Hamas, Michael had the room in hysterics throughout.
After the break we got off to a great start with Paul Little, the man known as the silver fox by his neighbours…largely because he goes through their bins and has noisy sex in their garden. Oskaras Šiuša was after Paul with one of the great life lessons he has learnt: love really isn’t like cocaine at all. The mellifluous Barbara Fernandez was next with a marvellously mind-numbing, manic musical ditty. After Barabara was Marc Molnar, a man who learnt everything he ever needed to know about life from VHS porn tapes. Ogi Nikodijevic was after Marc with some deliciously dark takes on the difference between suicide notes and manifestos. It was then over to Annabel Edmonds and why sitting on the fence isn’t a great position for procreative sex. The evening’s penultimate act was Gary Manhine and just why it took his ancestors 40 years to get out the desert: lousy sense of direction and arguing which way to go next. Closing the show we had the fabulous CJ Hooper…and Margery. Known as The Man in Romania and now parts of Moldova (that’s a real place and not made up by the writers of Dynasty). CJ gave the crowd a bit of a nostalgic sing-a-long as well as teaching some wonderfully useful sign language for the wannabe heckler who likes to be prepared for every performance eventuality. Brilliant stuff.