- Marissa Burgess
- 8 August 2011
This article is from 2011.
Pleasingly foppish semi-shambles
This is one of those shows that you’re loathe to have to put a put a star rating on. There’s no telling what’s going to happen on any one night, though you can probably predict some Venn diagrams, a bit of Phil Collins and gleefully bad taste jokes. Sanderson Jones’ gimmick is that he’ll meet up with all of his audience members before the show to sell them their ticket personally. Sadly, if you’re reviewing you can probably just get the ticket through the usual PR channels but not meeting up was compensated by getting a kiss on the cheek from the bearded man at the gig.
It would have been disappointing if the ticket ruse turned out to be the only unusual thing about Jones but it’s reassuring to discover that he’s a foppish eccentric. Easily distracted, he freely admits that the time spent selling the tickets for the show meant less time for preparing his hour but there’s a flying-by-the-seat-of-his-pants feeling to the whole event anyway. Some technical parts go wrong, there are inappropriate clips from the internet and background research of some audience members’ Linkedin pages. This show is steeped in the spirit of the Fringe.
The Caves, 556 5375, until 28 Aug (not 17), 9.20pm, £9–£10 (£7–£8).