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Sam Simmon’s: Tales from the Erotic Cat

By Bex Lee ⋅ May 5, 2006 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

Get a kick out of illogical humour? Come to Sam Simmons’ show. It’s a one-man tribute to all things absurd, from dramatic cans of tuna to stuffed, talking seagulls. There’s no point trying to connect the dots - it’s a bizarre, non-sequential joyride through the mind of a man who talks to a ficus’a what? Exactly! It’s not supposed to make sense, and the more you try to apply logic, the further you will find yourself from the laughter frontier.

Sam Simmons is all about quirky. He comes to a Pavarotti-style crescendo over chutney and presents nursery rhymes in a fashion your mother would be ashamed of. The Regent Room is an intimate venue, so the confidence that Simmons exudes bounces straight off the stage and lands unexpectedly in your lap. It all feels rather upfront, no matter how far back you’re sitting.

Directed by Alan Brough, this show is tailored to a specific kind of audience - the eccentric kind. You need to appreciate oddball comedy and embrace the notion of nonsense. Being of a sound and logical mind, I found this quite difficult; however, I was in the minority. The erotic moggy referenced in the title is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s just one of many kooky characters played convincingly by Simmons throughout the show.

If you’re looking for something different and disarming, this is the gig for you. Leave your logic at the door and laugh yourself loopy.