This article is from 2006.
Andrew Maxwell seems to find himself in the most awkward of social situations. For the regular person on the street, such scrapes would be close to living hells, but for the Irish japester, it’s tantamount to extensive research. Last year he spoke of being surrounded and chased by fans of a Glasgow Rangers persuasion who had taken offence to his leprechaun-like baiting of them.
This year he has tales to tell of being led away in a speeding car in the Middle East only to discover that it was not in fact Al Qaeda who were whisking him into the desert. To reveal their identity would be to ruin the joke, but I can say that he is also later led up a dark alley by some Cape Town killers for a night’s imbibing and much material. In many other hands the delivery of these scenarios would be seamlessly funny. With Maxwell, it’s comic genius and though there are a few silly lulls and a strangulated start to the show, his powers remain unabated. (Brian Donaldson)
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