It was Julian Clary billed as Lord of the Mince – but it was deeply underwhelming. I was gone at halftime. I thought Clary was pretty funny back in the day, but this felt like a cash-grab. A lazy trot around the block to top up the funds. Fair enough – they all do it. Trade on the name, if not the skill. But I’m always more disappointed when it’s a comedian just phoning it in. Not sure why, just seems a little more cruel, desperate, lazy – bits of all of that.
It’s worse when you know you’re seeing a comic after their prime but it’s the only time in your life when you’ll have the chance. I was this way with this gig, also Billy Connolly.
Not a patch on seeing them when fully in the zone.
The suggestion here, those little word-plays layered in sauce, and haughty and naughty, well they were all just by rote. Note for note.
Gone at halftime.
I prefer him now when I get my fill (and more than I need) of Little Princess. A shame.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.