Conor Drum: All My Friends Are Dead
- Murray Robertson
- 9 August 2017
A lack of vigour neuters some eerie material
Conor Drum isn't the victim of terrible luck or some evil curse: his friends have only metaphorically passed on by getting married. Currently single himself but living with two female friends (a situation he nicely equates to a moribund, polygamous relationship), he bemoans his lack of a regular drinking partner since his best friend paired off two years ago.
Drum uses this setup to recount a number of stories, the most notable of which is the time when, as best man to his best friend, he arranged for Czech police to pretend to arrest the groom during the stag do in Prague. The tale is an intricate and interesting one, although it's not especially funny, and there's an eerie undercurrent of sadism to the whole endeavour (something that permeates through much of his other material).
Detailing his battle against testicular cancer with candour and dry humour, it's clear that Drum is an engaging storyteller. He tails off a few minutes early, seemingly defeated by a muted audience response ('I feel like I'm giving a lecture', he notes sombrely). Conor Drum has some interesting experiences to share but he needs to inject a little more vim and vigour to bring out the big laughs.
Laughing Horse @ Bar 50, until 27 Aug, 6pm, free.