Emporium of MirthPaul Tonkinson
I am under the impression that trapped somewhere inside this everyday stand-up comic, there is a tortured genius. Occasionally he pops out with routines such as embarking on a holiday to France armed only with a few stock French phrases, which results in saying “ou est le stade?” when asked if he wants pickle with his baguette de fromage. But, this genius, if he does exist, must have a very short memory, as I have definitely seen that routine performed on TV at least five years ago. As is the case with the stereotyped (but funny) “scouser mate” that Paul refers to. This man’s act is incredibly varied, ranging from brilliant to utterly appalling, his routine culminating in base descriptions of various sexual acts, characterised by the distinct lack of humorous material. Perhaps he was aiming for the student audience, and they certainly seemed to like it, drunk as they were on pitchers of ale that someone thought would be a good idea to put on offer at a comedy night. I’m sure this comparison has already been made, but at one point, Lee Evans seemed to be jumping about the stage. I adore physical comedy, and if he concentrated on this ability and developing the better parts of his act, he could be superb. As it is, a shrug of the shoulders is my verdict.