Review of Lancaster Comedy Club with Vikki Stone, Gary Delaney and Adam Rowe, The Borough, Lancaster
GREG LAMBERT writes...Lancaster Comedy Club has undergone a layout transformation since my last visit four years ago.
Back in 2009, the comedians performed in the downstairs restaurant, with the audience seated at tables dotted around the room, which I felt created the perfect convivial atmosphere for stand-up.
Nowadays The Borough’s weekly comedy night is located in an upstairs room where chairs are set out in more traditional rows. I’m not sure if this sardine-like rigidity works quite so well.
Perhaps this affected the mood, as while the room was virtually full, compere Phil Ellis struggled to warm up the crowd.
The MC made no apologies for the fact he had no jokes. This meant that at times, his attempts at banter with the front rows verged on the awkward.
Ellis managed to redeem himself by phoning his mum mid-link to ask for help, which generated a loud and sympathetic guffaw from an audience who clearly wanted to like him.
Ellis then introduced Mock the Week’s Gary Delaney. Tim Vine has mastered the art of filling an entire routine with non-stop one-liners. The smug Delaney took a more perverted approach, centring his act around a barrage of clever and often filthy sex gags. Some definitely hit the spot, others left me feeling unsatisfied.
Liverpudlian Adam Rowe was a likeable change of pace from the quick-fire Delaney smut-athon. Young Adam’s relaxed storytelling style brought warmth and wit to a tale of a Scouse girl mixing up Nelson Mandela and footballer Mario Balotelli, and his scallywag charm allowed him to get away with mistaking local GP Dr Robin Sykes (who was in the front row) for his ‘lookalike’, 8 out of 10 Cats panellist Sean Lock.
The headline act was Vikki Stone. Imagine Victoria Wood donning a brunette wig to stalk celebrities, with the volume turned way up, that’s Vikki. Loud, brash and energetic, the trained musician’s party piece is a series of funny songs at the piano, usually about her unrequited lust for middle-aged TV presenters like Philip Schofield and Professor Brian Cox.
Her musically maniacal, sex-crazed and in-your-face stint was the highlight of the night, and had many of the ladies in the audience crying with laughter.
One thing hasn’t changed about Lancaster Comedy Club, it’s still a great value night out.
Some of the humour can be hit and miss, and steer clear if you’re a prude, but for £7 in advance, £9 on the door (or £12.75 if you take advantage of the pre-show meal deal, highly recommended) you really can’t go wrong for a Sunday night’s entertainment.