This article is from 2009.
There's no doubt whatsoever that Richardson is destined for McIntyre-like levels of fame, which will be a sorry shame because an intimate (or brutally hot) venue is where his tight-knit comedy works best. Following up on last year's spiffing Dogmatic, here he is questioning whether perfection is attainable, as exemplified in very funny anecdotes about ice skating, transport strikes and telephone companies. The devil is always in Jon Richardson's minute detail.
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