The
hall is packed, the temperature inside is tropical everyone posed for
the arrival of the ‘clown’, his words not mine, and onto the stage a
vision on white, shorts, singlet and trainers strides Andrew Maxwell.
Open
quote, ‘Don’t laugh I’m dressed for the conditions’ and he is
not wrong. He then proceeded to raise the temperature further with his
hot material, starting with some local stuff, Scottish football,
proximity of Leith to the New Town before settling into his set.
Unusual
for Maxwell this year there was no sitting on a stool chatting, he stood
throughout, maybe a concession to the poorer sightlines in the space but
also had a table with a Russian doll and a glass bowl containing
something I couldn’t make out.
Usual
for Maxwell, was a fund of funny material on all subjects, he shies way
from nothing. Irish men, his wishes, parenthood ,Swedish drugs laws,
credit crunch and Michael Jackson are all subjects he opines on as only
he can.
The
funniest part for me was the idea of Andrew being the front for a
campaign in respect to certain male ‘problems’. Can you imagine the
mischief he could get up to if he got that gig? It doesn’t bear
thinking about.
So
another gig drew to an end, Maxwell still looking cool, us even hotter,
just like a ticket for his show. Get yours while you have a chance.
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