REVIEW: Plymouth Comedy Club – Duncan Oakley, Citybus Social Club Milehouse One night only. By William Telford
THERE’S laughter and there’s laughter and if you want to experience real mccoy, genuine, honestly felt, uncontrollable cachinnation the best place is at a Duncan Oakley gig.
The bearded, guitar-wielding funnyman reduced Plymouth Comedy Club to mirthful mush with an act that veered widely from cheesy punchlines to impressions of Eric Clapton, all underpinned by Duncan’s 24-carat likeability.
This is a comic so adorable he was getting chuckles just by singing a song in Spanish or asking whether if a woman can be ostracised, can an ostrich... oh, you’re ahead of me.
One minute a turtle is taking you on a tour of an island, the next your pondering on where Bruno Mars got his name from.
But, ultimately, you’re guffawing away because Duncan is, well, just hilarious.
He was brilliantly supported too, in one of the strongest nights served up yet at the club, with an undercard featuring the wonderfully irascible Midlander Will Marsh, and his hilarious routine featuring pregnant teenagers and supermarket bags-for-life, and Bristolian Sally-Anne Hayward, who kicked things off nicely by talking about aspects of her anatomy and breast-feeding cats, and charmed the packed auditorium with easy-going, self-deprecating wit.
Stitching the whole gigglesome gig together was, as usual, Chris Brooker, brother of one of the club’s founders, on even more spectacular form than usual.
The emcee’s opening routine took audience participation to the stars, a perfect example of Chris’ terrific talent for working a crowd and off-the-cuff cleverness.
Word of warning: don’t sit near the front in a brightly coloured shirt or skin-tight leather slacks.
The comedy club, which is going from strength to strength is back with another strong line-up on January 18, likely to feature Andrew Watts, Ruth E Cockburn and Sully O'Sullivan, with Chris Brooker compering as usual.
Check out: www.plymouthcomedyclub.co.uk