The professional, A-grade, bull-goose loonies seem to hang around the landmark train stations of London, as if drawn to them by a set of circumstances that tipped them over the edge during a game of Monopoly. We met one such nut-case in Victoria – obviously, the guy hadn’t been studying his boardgames accurately. Maybe it was a game of Cluedo that sent this guy on his way to a life on the run from the men with white coats and large butterfly nets.
He had moves, a routine, and his delivery and timing were awesome. Maybe this is a new generation of comic – a guy who doesn’t perform on stage, but who joins you at your table in a pub, and makes you happy. He was that good at being a loon, that it seemed he was a professional.
The blowing and humming at odd times into his pint, the standing up for no reason to do a bit of a jig, and the interjection of half words and half sentences into a normal conversation were great. The occasional slip into a scottish accent, and saying things like “Jim, Jim Morrisson, oh, ahh, hmm, yes.” could have been straight from a Paul Whitehouse character – maybe one who would end by saying we were “very, very dwunk”.
But he was particularly impressed with our game of Telecom Sumo, so hopefully we provided him with some entertainment too, as pay out for his comedy routine.