The clever man came to town, a sack full of satirical allegory slung across his stooped shoulders. And once his sermon had been delivered, he ensured that the assembled delegates were spat out into the night at exactly the same moment as something called “Premier League Darts” finished in the adjacent venue… There’s not a…
A couple of years ago, the Daily Telegraph’s longstanding comedy correspondent reviewed Stewart Lee’s then touring show, Much A-Stew About Nothing. Or rather, he reviewed the first half because, boasting rather too gleefully, he walked out at the interval due to Lee’s perceived bad attitude towards his audience. If they were handing out prizes for…
STEWART Lee can wrong-foot an audience faster than most people can say “white supremacist theme park”. Which was the description of Cheltenham he decided to goad us with in his intro. Given that he was promising a three-parter divided into the subject matters of Islamaphobia, urine and UKIP, it went down well. As did his…