Carl Donnelly: Different Gravy
A tickling rather than side-splitting hour from home-made autobiography writer
This article is from 2012.
Carl Donnelly is a nice guy. Beginning his routine with a slide-show (before he gets on stage) of his home-made autobiography cover and jokey snaps of family and friends, it’s clear that here is someone not afraid to take the mick out of himself, never a given for a comedian. Once on stage he endears himself to an already enthusiastic audience with self-deprecating wit, taking us on a journey through his misspent youth and hallowed future (the ‘book’ is written as if he was 40, not 30). The routine alternates between excerpts from his unpublished life story, and stand-up comprised of anecdotes on drugs, petty theft, the transition between the working and middle classes, and dad jokes.
It’s all pretty solid material, although the promising premise of parodising a narcissistic society obsessed with fame could be made even funnier. Perhaps there needs to be a sharper divide between his real-life stage presence and his pretentious book persona. Whilst the show is amusing, there is maybe work to do on sharpness of material and timing to fulfill its potential.
Pleasance Courtyard, 226 0000, until 26 Aug (not 13), 8.30pm, £10--£12 (£9--£11).