I was concerned that I'd end up writing "not as funny as Stewart Lee" as I contemplated this review. As it happens I needn't have worried.
Richard Herring is a consumate confessional comic, with a fine sense of his own absurdity.
Single, childless and 40, he has put together a welcome reminder of the vivid mix of selfflagellation and linguistic playfullness he brought to Fist Of Fun and Talking Cock, his phallic rejoinder to The Vagina Monologues.
The most entertaining moment, incidentally, was unintentional. Herring picked on a member of the audience for deliberately hanging around with geekish friends to make himself look less geekish and unattractive - not realising he was talking to Preston, the ubercool frontman of The Ordinary Boys.
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