Review by Steve Bennett

Kier McAllister, who produced one of the strongest rants in last year’s final, seemed to have his eye off the ball this time around. There’s a quick rundown of various Scottish cities with brief reasons why they’re rubbish, a contrived Michael Jackson gag, easy below-the-belt material about bushy pubic hair and the passing off of an old theatrical anecdote about heckling an Anne Frank play as his own. The paucity of the inspiration is a shame, as McAlister certainly walks the walk when it comes to forceful delivery, with a quick, confident and relentless attitude that brushes aside all before it. There are flashes of good things in the writing, but too few to make the most of that impressive confidence.

Review date: 28 Sep 2009
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
Reviewed at: Glasgow City Halls and Old Fruitmarket