- Claire Sawers
- 9 August 2007
This article is from 2007.
Impish, semi-mental charm
For the uninitiated, the first breathless minutes of the bedraggled, beardy and rambling Phil Kay’s routine are like watching a homeless dope smoker who has accidentally wandered onstage. But as he ricochets through his tales of shoplifting, smuggling hash pipes and driving dangerously slow, it becomes obvious we are being entertained by a skilled storyteller. One of life’s natural rule-benders, Kay has a vast back catalogue of brushes with the law, telling each one with more impish charm than the next in this, The Justice Show.
The lanky Scot, who lives in the peaceful eco-village of Findhorn, is a gentle anarchist whose bohemian outlook means he doesn’t see why he shouldn’t do star jumps on his car bonnet after passing a breathalyser test. After all, the police may think he’s mental, but he’s not technically breaking any laws. Refreshingly unconventional, with child-like wonder at the simplest of things, his bubbly, thoughtful meanderings are insightful and good fun. When time’s up and the applause dies down, he can’t resist launching into another giddy story about his gypsy friends, and that time they slagged him for wearing pink nail polish on his toes. Time restrictions, laws, social norms: why should any of that stop him from having a good time?
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