Andy Zaltzman Swears to Tell the Truth, Half the Truth, and Everything But the Truth
Slightly patchy, highly politicized stand-up
This article is from 2010.
‘I’m sorry folks, this second half’s been a bit ropey.’ Whatever else you say about Andy Zaltzman, you can say this: the man tells the truth. He’s suffering with a debilitating cold and a show that’s still in need of some serious polishing; after a really strong first half hour, things become a bit scattershot.
This would make for a truly awful watch-checking experience were it not for Zaltzman’s frankness about the situation. ‘I’ve got about five endings, and none of them have worked so far,’ he says, brazenly pulling out cue cards and seeing how he wants to tackle closing this particular show. ‘Umm… Oh, I missed a bit out, a really good bit. Alright, cast your minds back ten minutes…’ In that moment, he gets us on side: he’s just a guy, trying to do his job even though he’d rather be at home with a duvet and some Lemsip, and his candour and honesty (in spite of the show’s title) mean the whole crowd is cheering with him when he triumphantly leaves the stage.
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