There’s something worrying about walking into a dingy bar and seeing barflies and drunks at 7:45 in the evening. 7:45 people! Because of this I had major reservations about seeing the show. What kind of comics would play here? And there being three comics and an MC had me in a right state. However, I was informed that the comedy would be upstairs and not in the main bar. Relief was mine… until I went upstairs and saw what one of the comics referred to as an unkempt attic. I’m glad this Festival isn’t an international event. Oh, hang on a second…

The comics weren’t bad. I found some of the material funny. Don’t get me wrong though; these guys were not stand-up superstars. You couldn’t see them standing alongside Danny Bhoy or Dylan Moran. To be fair, all these guys need is time and polishing. You could see the makings of future talent in their professionalism and timing. It’s just that some of the jokes were a little flat and a little familiar.

Their dealings with a constant heckler were a testament to their professionalism. A bar full of drunks, some of them mean drunks, can test your ability to hold an audience, and these guys handled it with ease. A lot of the laughs came from those dealings. I say, give these guys time and they might change from a group of guys, who remind you of your drinking buddies telling stories around the BBQ, to pretty decent comics.