No bullfrogs. No structure. Hell, the self-described ‘washed up comedian’ didn’t even get to the point of the show until the last five minutes. By which time, it was far too late to explain why there was a fridge-sized cardboard box bearing the words ‘OMINOUS BOX’ on stage.
Despite being a rambling drunk, after ten awkward opening minutes, Morgan soon warmed up and proved himself a hilarious comic, fond of tangents and humour so biting he’d take your nipple off if he were licking your breast instead of asking the audience to remind him what point he’d just been making.
From satirising the US invasion of Iraq by suggesting we abandon the Arabic numerals we use everyday (A joke I think went over the heads of at least half the audience, for whose edification I present the following: these’1,2,3,4,5 etc’are Arabic numerals, these’I,II,IV, XIX’are Latin numerals, and this is binary’011010′which equals 26.), discussing the provenance of the phrase ‘innocent unless proven guilty’ versus ‘innocent until proven guilty,’ to talking about his haircut, Morgan rambled, regaled and seemingly delighted the majority of his audience.
For the first minutes of his show, I was singularly unimpressed. Once he’d warmed up, there was not a doubt that Anthony Morgan still had that old magic. It was just a little diluted by the amount of alcohol in his veins.
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