Chris Washington: Raconteur
- Claire Sawers
- 15 August 2019
This article is from 2019
Turning mundane anecdotes into hysterical stand-up set-pieces
This ex-postman from Wigan delivers no identity crisis to the Fringe. He's not brought a sob story, toxic rant or a searing Brexit commentary either. In fact, the particular niche that the almost 30-year-old Chris Washington is carving out (and very well too) is that of the down-to-earth, happy-with-his-lot comedian. It's almost radical at an arts festival such as the one he's in here, and would seem like a cynical marketing ploy if his onstage persona didn't seem so genuine.
Comfortably occupying a mostly middle-class space with tales of mooching about garden centres and getting withering put-downs from his nan (she fat-shamed him when he recently appeared on telly), he does not use his hour to work through personal issues, instead he comes with fabulously mundane anecdotes. Like the one about his dad's disorientating jetlag on family holidays to Majorca or the time his fiancée got confused about the guy from KFC's real name. Crisp-flavour rage, go-karting anxiety, diet fails and a scaffolder pal of his who's recently got into mindfulness are all explored in this well-written, very funny hour from a man who's not likely to be delivering post again anytime soon.
Pleasance Courtyard, until 25 Aug, 8.15pm, £9–£12 (£8–£11).