This paragraph is pulled from a review that appeared in the Times on April 6, 2012. I only found out about it last night, when another comic who performed at the same benefit mentioned it, backstage.
I learned long ago that in the UK, a comic must be careful. You never know when the press might be out there. I mean, a Green Party benefit on a Wednesday in Soho? Really? How…loving.
I was doing a short set, but the evening was loopy. Well, I was, and I really enjoyed myself.
Naturally, jokes about recycling duly began to flow within the first five minutes as the compere, Ed Gillespie, warmed up the audience. Political banter was surprisingly thin on the ground for much of the evening, yet things warmed up in the second half, when that ever-abrasive San Francisco exile Scott Capurro launched into one of his stream-of-consciousness rants, reserving much of his bile for homophobic Muslims on his home turf in the East End. No one, it must be said, escapes his venom. Although an entire evening of his relentless monologues is exhausting, the 15 to 20-minute slot played to his strengths.
I’m not crazy about the relentless monologue line, but in the UK, one takes whatever backhanded compliment one can get.
Cheers queers.
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