I saw the Australian comedian Adam Hills this evening at Stratford Circus this evening and at times I laughed my arse of at material like this:
It's just a shame it took so long for Hills to actually get to the comedy. There's nothing more old-hat than a comedian who insists on spending quite so much time picking on members of the audience, embarrassing the easier targets and then leaving anyone within the front four rows feeling uncomfortable for the whole of the first act. It points to a lack of material - and in Hills' case, a tired camouflage for the jet-lag he said he was suffering from after flying back from Los Angeles.
It's probably best that I wasn't singled out - it's been another tiring week and I may have snapped, demanding that Hills stopped pissing about, told some jokes and justified the thirteen quid I paid for a ticket. Overall: moments of quality, but it could have been better.
Anyway, I have just realised - this is my 300th post on this blog. Which is nice.