Rob Deering is a comedian who I have a lot
of respect for, it’s just a pity that the bunch of drunken…
let’s be polite and call the idiots, in the balcony of Cave One
didn’t. Talking away through out his set at a loud level it
spoiled for all, but especially Rob,in what should have been an
excellent show.
This cheeky chappy with a wicked sense of
humour and no mean guitar talent is such a nice guy he didn’t
deserve to be treated as he was by these people.
The show consisted of some very funny
comedy material interspersed with Deering with his guitar and live
looping machinery recreating classic music in from of our very eyes,
oh and numerous requests for the gallery to shut up!
The drum kit on stage for the duration was
unused, until he recruited an assistant for the finale, as a
call-back to some earlier material which includes such things as hen
nights FHM jokes list, the weather and of course boobs, well it is
the title of his show.
I really would have liked to see him minus
the gallery as I feel we didn’t see him at his best, however it
was still well worth seeing.
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