- Brian Donaldson
- 7 August 2008
This article is from 2008.
Hateful yet seemingly hilarious ad libbing
Apparently this lot are causing sleepless nights for the Cambridge Footlights crowd, as the establishment quake in their boots as the Alcock crew go around snapping at their improvised heels. The whole ad-lib game is at best hit and miss, and at worst the most hated sub-genre within the comedy field: when you see repeats of Whose Line Is It Anyway? with the expert likes of Mike McShane or Josie Lawrence chortling away at how brilliant their friends are, it's irritating enough. When a group of undergrads collapse into fits as their mates manage to make one joke in 50 work, try not to feel bile rise in the throat.
Events weren't aided by one of their number arriving 20 minutes late, her pals' collected annoyance seeping across the room, leaving the remainder of the sketches floundering. Still, I'd be surprised if we didn't hear more in the future of Patrick Walsh McBride, whose humour strike-rate was positively Olympian in comparison to his impro chums.
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