- Mark Robertson
- 7 August 2008
This article is from 2008.
Irish export continues to delight
It's a been a few years since Andrew Maxwell consolidated his talents and realised he would be better off not boxing himself into some TV-friendly pigeon hole and just getting on with what he does best: telling very funny stories. The ghost of Ireland's other true comic genius Dave Allen (no sorry, Frank Carson, just narrowly misses 'genius' status) is resurrected here again as our little comedy pixie perches on a stool to tell of his adventures in the last 12 months.
His timing is impeccable as he pokes around for every last ounce of comic gold from his subjects, which for the most part here involves tales of his crossing paths with high security prisoners and the supposedly dormant terror groups of Belfast. Despite early teething troubles with structure and the gnawing irritation of some persistent (and admittedly rubbish) hecklers in the sauced-up crowd, Andrew Maxwell proves again why he is still one of the funniest men in town.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550 until 25 Aug (not 13), 8.20pm, £14–15 (£12.50–13.50).