A balding middle – aged man in a tweed jacket and brown trousers appeared on stage and proceeded to unleash himself. He started with his appearance, the clothes he described as being the height of good Edinburgh tailoring, which every “native” should wear. He felt that his innocuous glasses scared people. In fact, what was more interesting was the bright red cord attached to these and which indicated his propensity to misplace them.
He got a lot of laughs, guaranteed, but used cheap gags to generate them, although uncomfortably so, to a full house of 150. These insular jokes on mundane objects like his dad’s old secateurs or indeed his mongrel dog, were in pretty bad taste.
He took a dig at the current trend of the middle classes growing vegetables in their own allotments with a punchline so gross we cannot really repeat it here.
He continued on this theme with the trend of people taking piles of their muddy vegetables to dinner parties instead of a bottle of wine, (which he said he would prefer). Notwithstanding the comedy, we believe that organic vegetables are a more thoughtful gift than a bottle of off the shelf plonk.
Other gags were self-obsessed, and related to his own and his family’s personal life and finances. For instance the trip to Disneyland; a trip which even failed to impress his four year-old son.
The piece de resistance of the show was a long tirade about a mad pet dog he’d been forced to buy, which seems to have tied him down, or leashed him. Under pressure from his family, especially his precocious five year-old daughter Matilda, who apparently did a mass of internet research, read reports and books and even wrote short stories on the subject.
Evans eventually did his own research, and managed to bring home a totally unsuitable dog, after his wife gave him an ultimatum. She said:-”You had better come back with a puppy or not at all.” Evans said he considered these options, and made a decision.
The dog was not placid as he’d thought, but discovered that the characteristics of the breed; the wire haired Hungarian Wiesler – meant it couldn’t be left alone for any length of time, not even a minute, as it got anxious. It also wanted to be part of everything.
This ridiculous state of affairs made for a funny second-half of the performance, enhanced by a cute picture of the said dog, Talisker, named after a whisky.
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