Ari Shaffir: Ari S-P-E-C-T
A gleeful and brutal hour of mischievous banter
As Ari Shaffir notes at the top of his show, he's here to deliver it 'American style', with a straight-forward hour of solid gags and no theme. He certainly delivers on the gags front, but one theme does actually emerge: a vicious honesty, however close to the bone it gets. Children, and his lack of desire to have any, come in for a lot of attention. He's gleefully and hilariously brutal about orphanages and his friends' life choices when it comes to having kids.
His Jewish heritage is a source for gags too, deciding to piss all over Germany in the absence of Hitler's grave; there's a routine on visiting Anne Frank's house and probably the most subtle impression of an orthodox Jew you're likely to see. But there's a worldly wisdom to be found here, too, and the Anne Frank house obviously moved him: how could it not especially given that his father survived the Holocaust? And he's obviously right about one story: you don't wait until you're eight and a half months pregnant to meet up with the father of your child to tell him. A savagely honest yet mischievous show.
Heroes at the Hive, 226 0000, until 28 Aug, 6.30pm, £5 or Pay What You Want.