An Ideal night out

Benefit with stars of the BBC Three show

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The son of strict Catholic parents, Pennington joined a seminary at the age of 11 but left after 18 months, deciding a career in the priesthood was not for him.

Instead, when he was old enough, he headed for London to follow his new chosen career, pottery, and studied ceramic design fort hree years.

He flirted again with the idea of joining the church during a period of depression at the age of 24, but instead chose a career in comedy.

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And Another Thing...
Live Review

For his much-anticipated return, the setting is a home shopping TV channel and the gimmick – although Vegas would blanch at the word – is a live hook-up with the Ideal World station, in which the characters pitch actual products to viewers at home as part of the story.

In truth, this is the least interesting part of And Another Thing – not helped by the fact two broadcast cameras have to trundle in front of the action for this scene, obscuring the action for the theatre audience who have to crane to watch it on two small, inadequate monitors. The broadcast hook-up does, however, lend a sense of urgency and frisson to this scene, although heaven knows what the TV viewers make of Vegas suddenly appearing to flog them a hanging basket, with script full of in-jokes only the live audience would understand.

That Ideal World agreed to all this confirms Vegas’s assertion that the aim was never to mock the genre – which is probably for the best given what a big, easy target it is. But there is nonetheless plenty of gentle ribbing of a world where a tartan rug isn’t a tartan rug but a Groundhog Excelsior and presenters must be blandly acceptable at all times. However, there’s also a tacit acknowledgement of the skill in ad-libbing a sales pitch live on air and dealing with the pressure of hitting the commercial information, making the sales, and never drying up.

This is where the sitcom element comes in, as our two main protagonists are trapped in this strange alternative universe, not able to function in the real one. Vegas plays Bryan Chadwick, the revered elder statesman of this kingdom, a master salesman who lives and breathes his work. His Ideal co-star Emma Fryer is Lindsay Gibson, the elegant but attainable ingénue, agoraphobically trapped in the studio by her own unjustified insecurities and dreaming, like Hannibal Lecter, for a room with a window. And, somewhat less like Hannibal Lecter, her own line of support undergarments.

The pair wrote the play with the third cast member, the ever-watchable Kevin Eldon, as dependable Scottish floor manager Andy, part narrator, part sympathetic ear for the other characters and partly genuinely responsible for making sure the other actors hit their marks for the live broadcast – for Eldon also directed this 75-minute piece with a steady hand.

Their script bristles with wryly witty character-driven lines, and although it takes a little too long to establish the environment of the action, once jeopardy is introduced – in the form of Lindsay’s threat to break up the successful on-air partnership and go it alone – events crack along.

Vegas brings lashings of his trademark self-pity to his role, lauded at work but a mess at home, his whole being now wrapped up in selling garden ornaments. But it is Fryer who ultimately steals the show with an impassioned soliloquy from the edge of nervous breakdown, unloading her hang-ups like so many discounted catalogue items as the strain of projecting a personality without any personality finally takes its toll. Yet there remains a mordant humour in both her and Chadwick’s inescapable plights.

I’d urge you to buy tickets, but I could never do it as well as these two flawed but effective salespeople.

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Anyone at the Comedy Store last night would agree, Vegas is a genius. Headlining an absolutely stellar bill of eight acts and two comperes, with all the other acts getting ten minutes, Johnny ranted for 50, and even got a kiss from a bird in the front row for his troubles. Being front row and very close to a topless Johnny Vegas is not something I'll forget in a hurry. Cracking night out.

Ed Gamble, April 2004

Legend? One rule of being a comic... be funny. Mr. Vegas played Glasgow last week and died on his feet. He had no idea what he was rambling on about and the more he dragged on from one ill-fated attempt at being funny to another the more people left. With half an hour to go the venue had dispersed and Mr. Vegas was getting desperate, giving one last burst to save the night he decided to do his impression of a fat alcoholic lying on his arse. It never really came off but it did provoke some funny outburst from those who had stayed to poke fun at him. What a waste of a night.

David, April 2004

The funniest comic around.

Dave Twentyman, January 2004

Genius!

Dean Evans, January 2004

Johnny Vegas in Brighton came on drunk, which is to be expected because he always is, and miserable, which is to be expected seeing as his wife has left him, but he forgot jokes, which we don't expect, became incredibly sexist, which is what we expect from someone like Bernard Manning and completely ignored the need to be funny asking 'why should i be funny for you lot?' Because I paid £17 to watch your fat arse, you prat. Iused to think johnny was rock n' roll, now i see him as a tired old roly poly droll. Rubbish.

Shabby, October 2003

He is superb. We saw him at the Montreal Comedy Festival a couple of years ago. The Canadians didn't know what had hit them. There was such a sharp intake of breath when he came on dressed only in beige trousers and an ill-fitting safari jacket that I thought that most of the audience was asmathic.

Susabella Saspirella, September 2003

Only one word to describe him: legend

Julian, September 2003

Awe inspiring. Forget his TV work, Vegas must be experienced live where he is a master of both comedy and pathos

Wil Hodgson, September 2003

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