Part of Glasgow International Comedy Festival
”Time is a waiter- he offers you all these things on the menu, then takes them away… teeth, trousers… AHA! You won’t be needing those anymore”.
Ah, Dylan Moran, lovely Dylan, erstwhile writer of surrealist gem Black Books , with his tousled hair, crumpled disposition and seemingly shambolic, but really whip-smart, routines. Mocking his own middle-class mores and existential dread, whilst sipping on a nice glass of red wine, he is on top form tonight, berating the latecomers with a swift kick to their sense of self-entitlement.
His is a lovely warm self-deprecation,which has taken years to ferment: lyrical and sprinkled with the kind of storytelling that only arrives after years of night sweats. His realisation that he’s now an uncool middle-aged man being served by a barrista ”who resembles an Edwardian who invented the hot-air balloon” is delivered with equal parts scorn and affection.
The whimsy of old has now been replaced by darker scatter-gun meanderings on the suicide poetry of pet hamsters, clinically obese Americans,”you know the ones, planets with legs” and the disposable nature of light entertainment television as a pacifier- all means to detract from our race to get to the ground first.
Perhaps his anti-erotica riposte to 5O Shades Of Grey, all duffle coats and hospital tags, will join previous winners Morrissey and Rachel Johnson at the Bad Sex award.Now there’s a sandwich even he would balk at.
Glasgow International Comedy Festival runs from 10-27 March, 2016.
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