Danny Ward: Infra Dig
- Brian Donaldson
- 12 August 2014
This article is from 2014
So-so comedy show hampered by the host's own politeness at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe
Danny Ward had a lot to contend with on this showing of his Infra Dig hour. On the front row to his left, a trio of girls giggling at their own jokes; on the front row to his right, Todd from Corrie accompanied by a small boy wearing headphones. Ever the consummate performer, Ward was able to use the latter when his material got a bit racy (in an otherwise perfectly family-friendly show, there was the odd moment drizzled in sauce), but all too politely chose to ignore the former.
All credit to him for ploughing on, but if you were able to project past those obstacles, there wasn’t a great show for anyone to be distracted by. Ward has a bad back. As do a few others in the audience. This leads to some chatter between act and crowd and a connection is made, sowing the seeds for his final pay-off visual gag.
Infra Dig tries desperately to build on those connections, but while Ward is a perfectly genial host (to the point where it became awkward that he couldn’t bring himself to tackle the front row rudeness), his story feels like a decent 20-minute club set stretched somewhat beyond breaking point into a Fringe hour.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 24 Aug, 4.35pm, £7– £9.50 (£6--£8.50).