Surreal banter with a strong accent
This article is from 2009.
The only thing worse than a comedian having a bad night is when he blames his audience for ‘not getting it’. So, it’s to Gavin Webster’s credit that he avoids addressing this particular elephant in the room until the very end of his Falderal hour when he remarks that his crowd is ‘having a second wind’, apparently unaware that it’s because he’s left his better material till last.
Looking and sounding remarkably like a young Tim Healy, Webster meanders around in a disparate daze, prodding at various topics without much rhyme or reason. His surreal ambitions often smack of disorganisation, although preoccupations on class issues keep rising to the fore, all wrapped up in a treacly Geordie accent.
After a few fleeting greetings at the top of the show, Webster never really connects with his audience and this aloofness sees him quite happy to indulge in long set-ups, seemingly unfazed by the quiet spells between gags. None of the jokes really bomb, it all just seems a bit inconsequential. Perhaps by developing his rapport he might have won us over.
The Stand II, 558 7272, until 30 Aug, 10.20pm, £8 (£7).