Dogging and squirrel-based japery
This article is from 2008.
The outlook wasn't good to begin with. In fact there was a palpable air of terror in the room when Dan Nightingale shuffled onstage apologetically, nervously, and admitting that his first few shows this year had not gone well. But to the audience's collective relief, the sometime compere and Fringe first-timer soon got into his stride, with a self-deprecating but quietly confident routine quickly taking shape. An impressive flair for vocally-dexterous impressions added considerable weight to his punchlines, his autobiographical tales bounding enthusiastically through everything from feeding squirrels to the joys of the pick'n'mix.
That said, and amusing as it was, material on the mysteries of dogging and dealing with his girlfriend's drunkenly amorous advances (not at the same time, ho ho) poured fuel on the flames of my conspiracy theory that young male comedians are somehow contractually-obliged to prove that, hey, they really are in sexual relationships. No need when his whimsical observation proved just as worthy of some good lovin' in its own right.
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