Iain Stirling: At Home
Local boy back in town with the same wit, charm and... glasses
This article is from 2013.
Twenty-five-year-old Iain Stirling is having a mini identity crisis; he’s from Edinburgh originally, but has lived in London for years. So he drops in lots of ‘wicked’, ‘my man’ and ‘su’hin’, but also gets big laughs from localisms like ‘barry’ (from the Scots for excellent.)
He ploughs his North/South British personality confusion for laughs, and digs bits of comedy gold from his very Scottish crisis of confidence; it’s that niggling self-hatred that makes you a more rounded person, he insists. School and uni life taught him that over-confidence, or signs of poshness, may lead to a swift kick-in, or at least a slagging from his nae nonsense dad, so he plays down both. Self-image features too; he admits (embarrassingly), that he added the glasses as part of a strategic image change – which (worryingly) sparked a rise in ticket sales.
Openly touting for telly work – ‘I’ll play the niche, right wing comedian card if that increases my chances of getting on Mock the Week’, he deadpans – he’s gifted enough in the gab department to stand a good chance of getting on there.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 25 Aug, 7.30pm, £8.50– £10 (£7–£9); Underbelly, Bristo Square, 0844 545 8252, 9, 15 &16, 22 & 23 Aug, 11.20pm, £8.50–£10 (£7–£9).