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Finalist in 2006's So You Think You're Funny? and Funny Women competitions. Best newcomer at the 2008 Chortle awards

Greenwich Comedy Festival: Tim Minchin etc
Live Review
Old Royal Naval College

There are few better ways to get a party started than with Tim Minchin, so what perfect choice to kick off the third Greenwich Comedy Festival, another week of top-drawer comics in the glorious and historic Old Royal Naval College.

There were, however, a few teething problems with the 1,800-seater marquee. The gig was half an hour late starting, Minchin's radio mic gave up the ghost midway through his first song, and some lighting cable came untethered and fell (harmlessly) on to the audience. Such drama.

Luckily compere Dan Atkinson guided us nimbly through such palavers. He has something of a chaotic demeanour himself, but is surprisingly, and reassuringly, controlled with it. In a similarly contradictory manner, he's quirkily idiosyncratic, but easily to relate to – at least if you’re not a primary school teacher, an occupation he has tremendous fun baiting. A couple of his left-field lines are near the knuckle, but always delivered with a cheeky glint that makes them instantly forgivable.

Festival bookers didn’t look too far from Atkinson on the A-Z list of comedians for opening act Dan Antopolski, who was visibly put on the back foot by the size of the audience, and admitted as much. Still, being in awe of the crowd rather suits his man-child persona: awkward, hesitant and clad in awful knitwear. His set was faltering, not quite building momentum, even though his impressively agile wordplay drew sold laughs – even if you also grimace through some of the more torturous examples. His quiet, eager-to-please charm goes a long way, too.

After the first interval, sublime anti-poet Tim Key delivered an all-too short set of his finest work, applying decidedly un-poetic language to mundane situations, and creating fragments of hilarious beauty because of it. His ‘harrowing’ war verse, with its blindsiding punchline deserves special mention, but his unique style of writing and delivery, part-naturalistic, part-affected, was as richly rewarding as ever.

Holly Walsh got a good reception, too, playing up her South East London connection as a resident of nearby Peckham, rough but battling valiantly to gentrify. Her nuggets of personal observations are of variable quality, with the best conjuring up moments of strange embarrassment, but she delivers with such enthusiasm and emphasis as to win the crowd over. She even gets laughs out of two very similar payoffs about pregnancy testing kits, even though, in theory, the routines should have been much further apart.

After a second interval, the man everyone came to see, Tim Minchin, with some greatest hits including Rock And Roll Nerd, Prejudice and the awesome Pope Song – although muted call-and-response sections seemed to suggest this crowd weren’t entirely au fait with the barefooted Australian’s back catalogue.

There were, too, a couple of more recent numbers, including the unflinchingly honest, if creepily unpalatable, lullaby to his daughter; plus daring Cont which pushed to the limit the audience’s confidence in his motives, before the silly reveal.

Impressive musicality aside, Minchin’s chief skill is the depths to which he will drag the audience down some apparently serious path, delivering with such apparently earnest, heartfelt emotion that natural cynicism is demolished, before he release the comedy pay-off to now devastating effect.

His stand-up matches the skill of the songs, too, with some A-grade material about ‘guilty pleasures’ or a trip to the barber’s, while his army of nerd followers are not neglected with some cheekily geeky discussion about the statistical measure known as the p-value.

This was a rare back-to-basics gig for Minchin – if you can call any set which involves a grand piano ‘basic’. But away from the arenas and full orchestra back-up, he delivered as funny, thoughtful and barnstormingly powerful performance as ever. It was an impressive start to an impressive festival.

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The most average female comedian I've ever seen. Been to 100's of comedy gigs and ive never seen any comedian treat the crowd the way she did. She obviously had her pre-rehearsed average jokes and as soon as the crowd piped up she couldnt handle it and made the bar staff(her friends) move them to the back of room. Poor form.

Sandy, February 2013

Saw HW at 99 Club recently. She was 2nd on a bill of 3 and rightly so. She was better than an opening act, but was just OK, not spectacular, just OK. It looked like HW was trying to make 12 minutes of material stretch to 20. Less "What's your name?"s and a greater focus on writing new material could propel her to the next level. Good on stage with occasional good material, but not enough of it. Checked her videos on Youtube. Funny, bordering on brilliant. She CAN write great material, time to focus on that.

Robert K Hidler, March 2012

Holly’s jokes are very well written and whenever on stage the gig seems in very capable hands. I also thought she was really good on Mock the Week too - she was brave and also managed to get some decent lines in.

Steve McBride, October 2009

Okay, I suppose. The comedy just doesn't seem natural, but there are some fine gags.

Jessie, July 2009

Very funny

HK, June 2008

Bit of a curate's egg. There's some dead wood in here certainly, but also the craziness and the cruelty of which stars are made. Here's hoping.

Michael Monkhouse, June 2008

A wonderful comic

paul sinha, April 2008

I saw her reading out stuff from her notebook too. Excellent stuff. Brilliant writing. Will go a long way.

Simon the Spastic, April 2008

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