Following on from our sixth night, we are awoogaing all the way to the market with this pig. Breaking the walls of Jericho, we have a line up that would make even Chris Benoit wish he was still alive. “What?” you ask. I don’t know. I’m not paid to write this.
But what I am super excited about is the fact that the magical Sam Simmons is headlining a night that is choc-a-fucking-bloc full of amazing comedians. We can barely contain our excitement.
So, what else? The beautiful Spencer Jones is here to open and, goddamnnittt, he’s brilliant. Our mid section is a whirligig of talent with the double act of Croft and Pearce sandwiched between the geniuses of Pat Cahill and Kieran Hodgson.
Then that manta ray of a man. That Australian of a man. That MAN of a man. Sam Simmons has come alllll the way across the globe, for one night only, to make you laugh*.