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Dylan Moran

By Chloe Walker ⋅ April 23, 2007 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

So you missed out on tickets for Dylan Moran, and you’re reading this review to see if he was shit so that you can stop kicking yourself for not being more organised, because you love watching ‘Black Books’ and you wanted to know if Moran is just like Bernard Black in real life, and you never get to go out and it’s not fair etc.

Well, prepare yourself because I have bad news. Moran was marvellous. He was very, very funny. He is just like Bernard’obstreperous, acerbic, surreal and slightly harried. His hair was unbrushed and he shouted a lot about vegetarians, cows and other sundry absurd topics. But there were a couple of problems.

He walked onto the stage carrying a glass of wine in one hand, and a couple of bowls balanced precariously in the other. The bowls were full of jaffas, which he threw at the audience, and fruit, which he railed against. The fruit and lollies were there to aid him through sixty cigarette-free minutes.

Problem number one’no smoking. Nicotine aids focus. Moran kept checking his watch throughout the show, cursing every time because it wasn’t over yet.

Secondly, he didn’t even finish the glass of vino, and I spent the whole show waiting for him to get drunk so he could really let rip. There’s something really wrong about wishing a comedian would destroy himself just a little bit more for your entertainment. But it was only a mild disappointment that he didn’t.