Some comedians choose reggae or punk as their intro music, some declare their grandiosity with a blast of opera, but Stewart Lee brings us into the room with some cerebral, complicated jazz. He deliberately screws up his announcement from behind the curtain – which is another clue as to how complex and multi-layered this show…
I HAD heard tell of Stewart Lee’s apparent disdain for many of those who buy tickets for his shows these days, as opposed to the “comedy intelligentsia” who have followed him since the late 1980s and early 1990s. There is something admirably fearless about the way he tried to divide his full house at the…
Last month I was in Languedoc, formerly the fabled Cathar country, a remote outpost of heroic resistance to oppressive distant rulers. This month I am in Edinburgh. Plus ça change. I don’t feel happy away from home at the moment. Like you, I have a terrible feeling that in the last three months the society…
“No one is equipped to review me,” suggests Stewart Lee, who can’t help but continue to have a dig at the press – and, more specifically, the Telegraph. He spends time tearing apart his audience for being “lacklustre”, while humorously stating that the show would be better at The Stand with his proper fans. Lee,…