Sometimes, as with his one-man eco-show, Conquistador of the Useless, the laughs may get lost along the Nouveau Dada Deconstructionist way. But his humour's usually more penetrable, if delightfully cracked, than that. December's show at the London Comedy Festival saw him exhorting his audience to march on Parliament in Blobby suits, playing his Christmas single (a satanic version of Abba's "Money, Money, Money" slowed down to 33rpm, in the spirit of all great Neighbours popsters), and rounding things off with a 10-minute non-impression of Sydney Harbour Bridge. Tomorrow night you can catch him at Malcolm Hardee's Neasden club (free disco after the show) for more of what he calls his "virtual comedy" - "you'll be sitting there pissing yourself... and you won't know why".
Comedy Empire, Church Rd, NW10 (081-853 1918/081-459 2917), 9pm Sat £8/£5 concsReuse content