The concept behind The Wrong Night is that various acts already performing at the Comedy Festival are given the opportunity to present their edgier, darker, more risque material to a late night audience. If Saturday’s performance is anything to go by, however, it is more like a foul language gala, exhibiting mostly B-grade humour.

The Wrong Night is held every Saturday night of the comedy festival and features different ‘guest comedians’ each week, so it’s difficult to make definite judgements about its comic value. The first night, though, was a disappointment. Swearing and toilet humour can be funny, even hilarious, if delivered with sufficient cleverness and verve – Billy Connolly is arguably the funniest man alive and an ideal case in point – but they can just as easily fall flat and in this case they did. This is not to say that every act was of a poor standard – indeed, the show’s main problem was the disparity between its best and worst.

The opening monologue by the night’s host, Justin Hamilton, was genuinely very funny and contributions by Sammy J and Eddie Perfect were also of a high standard, but they were overshadowed by seemingly never-ending songs involving bodily functions and sketches that seemed to have no purpose or direction.

At its best: entertaining and uproariously funny. At its worst: almost unbearably crude.

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