Review by Steve Bennett

Hotly tipped newcomer George Ryegold has an exquisite way with words – even when what he’s describing is far from delightful. When it comes to delivering these deliciously wrong bon mots, his brusque timing is spot-on – although the surrounding monologue can be unnecessarily long-winded.

His shtick is that he’s a doctor, and so talks graphically about ailments and orifices with an over-blunt candour. The milieu is a little unedifying; these are basically knob and fanny gags, with gratuitous mentions of rape – but give him his due, they are knob gags with a college education and fancy clothes, providing graphic images that will stay with you forever.

Review date: 10 Jul 2009
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
Reviewed at: The Tabernacle