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Review – Comedy Crate Mixed Bill at the Malt Shovel, Northampton, 24th May 2026

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Comedy Crate at the Malt ShovelWhat better way to round off a gloriously warm Bank Holiday Sunday than to enjoy an evening of first-class comedy in a traditional English pub? This was one of two Comedy Crate gigs in Northampton on Sunday evening – those nice people at the Comedy Crate are certainly putting their backs into providing our comedy quota, and hurrah for that, I say.

Our host for the evening was Andy Gleeks, late of Ireland and now of Oxfordshire, and what a tremendous live wire he is. Deft at getting to know the audience as well as delivering his own very funny material, he gets the balance between MC and artist perfectly. He has a comfortable, warm persona on stage, coupled with just a little hint of danger – which means he can lull you into a false sense of security and then go for a killer line. He kept the evening going at a great pace and I’d be very happy to see him again.

Our first act – and someone I would normally associate with being a headliner – was the irrepressible Gerry K, another performer who is so gifted at leading you up the garden path with his stories, so you think they’re going to go one way, and then he takes you somewhere totally unexpected. Instantly engaging, he sets up a great rapport with the audience through his enthusiastic confidence and his indomitable cheekiness. With his very relatable material – especially with a middle-aged audience – it’s always a pleasure to spend half an hour in his company.

Next up, and someone we’ve seen once before at the Edinburgh Fringe, was Tim Biglowe, who uses his hippy hair and demeanour to great effect with some well-pitched self-deprecatory jokes, and many sequences of unexpected and original material. Challenging preconceptions, his delivery flows beautifully and dynamically and he had us all in the palm of his hand. An immediately likeable performer, Mr B will surely be a big name of the future.

Headlining was Kevin Daniel, a fifty-nine-year-old Glaswegian (he was very keen that we note his age) who riffs off the audience immaculately, poking good-natured fun at us and getting away with it because he’s simply very funny. His style is to tell longer comic scenarios rather than rattling off a scattergun approach, which works very well as he explores all the humorous possibilities in, for example, an unanticipated prostate examination. Terrific rapport, winning material, Comedy Crateand a great way to end what was one of the best mixed bills we’ve seen in a long time.

There are more comedy shows in and around Northampton in the near future from the Comedy Crate as part of their Comedy Festival – don’t miss out on an excellent opportunity to see great comedy!

Review – Screaming Blue Murder, Underground at the Derngate, Northampton, 25th March 2022

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It’s the final Screaming Blue Murder of the season, and in a last minute change of plan we welcomed James Dowdeswell as our MC. We’ve seen James many times before, as opener, as headliner, even online, but never as the MC, and he’s always great fun. News travels fast in the comedy world, and James’ opening gambit was to check if anyone was in from Wollaston,following on from my review of the fairly disastrous gig a couple of weeks ago – so that was me instantly outed in the audience, owning up to being the writer! Fortunately this crowd was a friendly, easy-going bunch, and we responded well to James’ probing into our jobs and characteristics. He’s a very amiable, welcoming and funny chap, and we all felt completely at ease with him the whole evening.

Our first act, and someone we’ve also seen many times before, both as an act and as MC, was Meryl O’Rourke, always high octane, always full of cheeky vagina jokes. It’s been twelve years since we first saw her act, and the intervening years have perhaps made her humour slightly less filthy – and it’s up to the individual whether that’s a good thing or not! Nevertheless, we still get a great insight into her married life – an assortment of farting, snoring and very occasional sex. She also has great material about the contrast between the sexual expectations of today’s young people versus those of her youth – very recognisable! She ended with a terrific visual joke regarding her Marilyn Monroe facemask. A very safe pair of hands and very funny as always.

Next up was an act new to us, Tom Taylor. His stage persona is a fascinating mix of the engaging and slightly aloof, and it works really well. Armed with a Bontempi – and not afraid to use it – he’s very silly and very funny. There’s a madcap surrealism to his material, knocking out musical non sequiturs and genuinely inspired jokes. Not afraid to go where angels fear to tread, we loved his take on the Holy Communion menu; you couldn’t possibly be offended by anything he said though as it was all done with a brilliant lightness of touch.

Our headliner, and someone we’ve seen once before and absolutely loved, was Gerry K. He’s another comic who’s so adept at taking material that you think has the potential to be really iffy but then turns it around at the last minute into something incredibly funny. Constantly inventive and surprising, he misleads us surefootedly down a familiar route only to deliver something completely unexpected. We loved how he explained how Covid ruined his Christmas, his view about mansplaining, how a Covid test resembles a pregnancy test and dozens more nuggets of comedy gold. For an east London diamond geezer he’s brilliantly self-deprecating, and he gets away with it all because he’s so likeable. A fantastic end to the show and to the season.

I’m guessing Screaming Blue Murders will return in the autumn. We’ll be first in the queue.

Review – Upfront Comedy Slam, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 3rd February 2018

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This was our second visit to one of these Upfront Comedy nights at the Royal and Derngate; last time we enjoyed it so much that we bitterly regretted not having discovered it before! Our MC again was ex-Teletubby John Simmit, the bad boy turned Dipsy because, let’s face it, who wouldn’t for the money. He’s great at striking up an instant rapport with the audience and setting us all at our ease; although he reckoned we were already well set up before he came on. He got us all (literally) into a rhythm with a bit of in-seat dancing, which I’ve not tried before but was thoroughly refreshing.

Our first act was someone we’d seen twice before, both in Screaming Blue Murder and at The Ark, Andy White. He’s a naturally funny man, with a larger than life persona, a slightly dandyish fashion sense and the ability to make an erotic movie out of the soundtrack of the Flintstones in French. He’s one of those guys where, after you’ve spent a few minutes in their company, you genuinely feel happy inside. His material is full of short stories and observations about his marriage and home life, but often with a quirky twist. It was during Mr White’s set that a recurring problem of the evening started – one or two over-enthusiastic and overlubricated ladies in the second row, who felt that by constantly talking back to the comics on stage they were somehow enhancing their act. Wrong. They were a permanent pain in the arse the whole night long.

Mr W responded pretty well to their chat-up lines and they backed down completely for our second act Stockport’s own Barbara Nice, because she really wasn’t what they were there for. We’d never seen Barbara Nice before, but I’d heard good things about her and I tell you, they were an underestimation. Nice by name and by nature, she is a wonderful comic creation, the kind of northern lady you’d chat to over the garden gate or down the Co-op. She surveyed how many of us read Take A Break (not that many), and how many of us hide from friends and relatives in supermarkets (quite a few). Her set was absolutely jam-packed with brilliant material that just pinpointed our funnybone and stuck there, refusing to budge. She ended up teaching us the moves to a horrendous but hilarious dance routine and we were, quite frankly, wetting ourselves. We’d love to see her again.

After the interval, John Simmit introduced us to the fearlessly funny Gerry K. An instantly likeable East London lad, he has the true gift of the gab and he really shook us up with his vitality and attack. He’s got loads of excellent material about family life; he’s great at expressing inventive and very funny angles on familiar situations. Again that lady in the second row decided she was in with a chance so started the chatback but Mr K was firm but fair and did his best to close her down. We both thought he was terrific and would also like to see him again.

Last act of the evening, and third in a row of comics that we hadn’t seen before, was Kane Brown. Oh my giddy aunt, if anyone can handle himself on stage Mr Brown can. Fantastic stage presence, riptastic material and a supremely confident delivery means you just sit there and don’t stop laughing until everyone’s gone home. Of course, the lady in front had another go and he just shut her up with savage politeness – and this time she really did finally shut up. Just superb. Mr Brown had some friends in the audience he chatted to when we were leaving the auditorium but I felt compelled to interrupt and shake his hand because he was just too good not to.We’re definitely on the hunt for more of his shows.

It may only be early February but that show really raised the bar for live comedy for this year. Absolutely loved it. There’s another Upfront Comedy show coming in April – better get booking now!