Manchester Comedy Festival. Only one place I wanna go, The Comedy Store. Clearly, its the place to go for comedy, so this surely needs to be where the action is on the Sat night of the festival. Checked online, sold out. Balls. No drama, I’ll go down and try see if theres anyone flogging spares outside. But I lined up two other shows in case my plan B failed. Upon arriving, I managed to speak to the fella running the box office, and happily was told that he could sort two tickets out. Result!
In we went, and took our seats, a full half hour before the show, for those who haven’t been to the Manchester Comedy store, or to Deansgate locks, the interior of the venue is built under railway arches, with exposed brickwork. Its actually lovely and suits the venue very well.
On the card was Justin Moorhouse as the MC, Jimmy McGee, Andy Watson, Steve Harris and Nick Ferry topping it off. Jimmy McGee was probably my own personal favorite. His comedy is delivered in a very relaxed manner, with few gags, more story based comedy to which the average 20-something lad can relate to. His bit about being harassed by the orange-ogre from Wales a particular highlight. Up next was Andy Watson, who was also very funny, but not quite as relaxed, not sure if this is part of his act as he was playing up to and basing a lot of his material on being slender, red-haired and a loser. He was very energetic and had some good thought out gags, I’d pay to watch again.
After the interval was Steve Harris, who appeared to be a pretty experienced comedian. Very confident on the stage, unafraid to plummet the tone through the floor which resulted in some big laughs from the majority of the audience. Great in small doses, not certain I or he could handle a longer set.
Topping the bill was Mick Ferry, cannot for the life of me think where I have seen him before, but I have! Mick is entertaining, in the way a funny uncle is. So relaxed on stage you could be forgiven that he was speaking with just you in the pub. His bit on jeggins and ugg boots resonated with a lot of the audience. Funny coz its true. Disco-minge wipes.
Justin Moorhouse as MC is a perfect choice. His relentless abuse of two bald blokes on the front row as well as a pretty buff gym-goer that clearly sat in the wrong place was so funny it hurt. Justin is a huge comedy talent with a ton of experience. Any opportunity you can get to see him I recommend you do.