- Miles Fielder
- 18 August 2010
This article is from 2010.
Get him on Shooting Stars
There are plenty of Fringe comics whose schtick is being gloriously unhinged, but there aren’t many who appear to be genuinely out of control. This baby-faced comedian with a bleached Tintin kiss-curl definitely falls into the latter category. Throwing temper tantrums, spitting out filthy language that would shock a Tourette’s sufferer, sleazing over (male) audience members and veering wildly off-script, Robert White’s show is a jaw-dropping riot.
Perhaps his wayward manner is, as White himself says, courtesy of being gay, Asperger’s, part-Welsh, part-Essex. Whatever the reason, the mix of lewd innuendo, cheesy jokes, music hall songs played on a knackered keyboard and sound-effects games (aural impersonations of members of the royal family are particularly cruel and very funny) makes for a side-splitting hour. White’s banter and his audience participation prove to be a bit much for some of the crowd, which is, in itself, hilarious. He’d be great shouting the scores on Shooting Stars, but one suspects even Vic and Bob would struggle to handle Robert White.
Gilded Balloon Teviot, 622 6552, until 29 Aug, 9.30pm, £8–£9.50 (£7–£8).