- Peggy Hughes
- 18 August 2010
This article is from 2010.
Adam Vincent doesn’t want to be a nurse, and with the cut of his comedy jib, why bother with the arduous hours, the inflamed hypochondria and the sick people that the job entails. Sometimes preachy, his is an otherwise enjoyably oddball set that swithers between charming reverie, passive aggression and a new manifesto for the way we live featuring minestrone soup.
Assembly Hall, 623 3030, until 29 Aug, 6.45pm, £9–£10 (£8–£9).