The mutt's nuts is wearing the cat's pyjamas
This article is from 2008.
Living on your own might be fraught with danger and potential misery, but it doesn't half give a decent comic shedloads of material for a show. And fortunately, Jon Richardson is more than just a decent comic; he's a true star in the ascendant. This northern chap, who talks merry nonsense with Russell Howard on the wireless, can't decide whether he's a fan of the human race or not. Finding himself annoyed by inconsiderate types on trains and in cars, he still has enough warmth smouldering in his soul to allow the rain-soaked crowd to pile into his venue early. The downside, he readily admits, is that we have to listen to his depressing choice of music for slightly longer than anticipated.
But in Richardson's hands, the mood is never less than cheery as he flits around his topics, never letting the comic potential to escape far from his radar. His show may be Dogmatic, but Jon Richardson is now the bee's knees of young British comedians.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 25 Aug, 8.40pm, £11–£12 (£9.50–£10.50).