Lucy Porter (2 stars)

A set down to its bare bones


This article is from 2008.

Lucy Porter

While it may have been slightly dispiriting for Lucy Porter to hop out on stage to a less than packed auditorium, there's little in her jovial demeanour to suggest crushed hopes. To spend an hour in Porter's company is akin to having a litre of Jelly Beans shoved down your throat: they're small, sweet and initially pleasant but after a while you can't help but feel a bit queasy. If delivery was everything, Lucy Porter would be the finest compere in the history of stand-up. But when you're trying to keep an audience rapt for an hour, you need a bit more substance than a propensity for flirting with Americans and talking really, really quickly.

Admitting that her show's original theme (how we in the super-rich West should focus on concerns other than monetary) had largely been blown out of the water by impending economic Armageddon, Porter seems to have simply chucked together bits about the good old days and how it can be quite eventful sharing a flat with heroin addicts. As charming as it is obvious, The Bare Necessities leaves you feeling cold.

Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 25 Aug, 7.40pm, £13–£14 (£11.50–£12.50).

This article is from 2008.

Lucy Porter

  • 2 stars

Another year, another dose of loveliness and cheery japes from the diminutive Ms Porter which doesn't quite hit the spot. 'Part of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe'.


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