Review by Steve Bennett

Lively Canadian Jason John Whitehead is a friendly, chatty raconteur - totally inconsequential, but entertaining enough to hold the attention for an hour.

Nothing stops his irresistible bonhomie. Even when audience banter throws up the topic of children with cancer, it doesn't knock him off his stride. A few throwaway comments on the borders of bad taste, but charmingly enough delivered to get away with, and the show marches on.

Well, amble might be a better word. For this is an easy-going anecdotal meander through the life of the be-dreaded Sideshow Bob lookalike.

Tales of his time in the remoter parts of Nova Scotia and more populous regions Scotland, working in a skate rink, trying to promote tourism in Dundee or trying his hand at snowboarding - all are grist for his comedy mill.

It's not particularly punchline or observation-led, though he does have a few of both, just an enjoyable fluffy chat - sustained entirely by Whitehead's charisma.

Just how likeable is he? Well, he continually refers to the audience as 'team' - yet in a way that manages not to be irritating.

At some point soon, he's going to need some substance to back up that chumminess, as there's really not enough beef to make this a full-length show. It's testament to his natural, gregarious manner that this is as enjoyable as it is, without that content to back it up.

Review date: 1 Jan 2002
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett