Comedians don’t make it easy for us, the maggoty masses, to love them. Turn on the TV and you’d be forgiven for thinking that the British laughter racket is entirely ruled by bright eyed bouncy young pups eager to sell their souls to pithy panel shows and advertising campaigns for that fast-track route to the…
Now you don’t have to wait for David Mitchell to go on holiday to read Stewart Lee’s musings. For the comedian and stand-in Observer columnist has assembled five years’ worth of his articles for the Sunday broadsheet, and a handful of other outlets, in one anthology of over-extended satirical metaphors. But why buy a book…
Live vs. Televised Comedy A comedy audience is a capricious animal. Sometimes it cackles on cue, lapping up punchlines with an almost-Pavlovian predictability. At other times, it merely stares back at you, seemingly unresponsive to the highly crafted material it’s fed. The responses are not always binary like this. Often, the organism mutates and divides…
When one of the people who helped give your festival its name is annoyed with you, does that mean it’s time to call it quits? The latest in a line of troubles for the beleaguered holiday camp weekender All Tomorrow’s Parties came in the lead-up to mid-April’s Stewart Lee-curated festival at Pontins in Prestatyn and…