To kick of my comedy fest this year, i spontaneously decided that my friend and i would go to Danny Bhoy. We'd both seen him on previous occasions, and loved him. I had put off seeing him in more recent years, as i do with many comedians, as i don't want to hear old stuff. I'm not like some people. i really like new stuff. I can watch scrubs again and again, but most repeat stand-up shows don't get me the same way they did the first time.
So i waited.
And i was rewarded with just over an hour's new stuff from the very likable Scot. Sitting up the top of the Athenaum, he delievered a wide reaching show based mainly around his journey's around the world on tour. Backed up by his lack of success with women, and the ecxpereinces in rural Australia, I came away from Danny's show wanting to simultaneously give him a hug, find him a girlfriend and sit there for another hour listening to him talk.
Like many Stand-ups, he jumps from one topic to the other, often in the middle of a story, but he, thankfully, went back to finish all of his stories.
While one moment made me laugh till i cried, it wasn't a massively hugely fantastic show. Funny, Yes. Nice, Yes. But did i walk away raving about it like i did last time i saw him? No.
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