Sitting in an arena with a few thousand other people watching British funnyman Lee Evans on a very cold Tuesday night was pretty comforting. Not because I was wrapped in three layers of clothes, nor attending with my better half (although, that too :p) but because he was just goddamn funny. Still goddamn funny.
I remember watching one of his first stand-up videos that he released a good few years ago now, and I remember taking a while to tune in to his sense of humour. Once I understood it, I never stopped laughing. It was comforting to see on Tuesday night that he'd lost none of his charm, charisma or downright enthausiasm and passion for what he does. He's still just as manic and enjoyable as when I first saw that video. Fair enough he tends to crack jokes about the same sort of topics, but he had different things to say and different observations.
Unlike Eddie Izzard. Now don't get me wrong, Eddie is probably my favourite stand-up comic of all time, but I can't help but feel that since his glory days of Unrepeatable, Dressed To Kill, Glorious and Definite Article he hasn't had a whole lot to say. He maybe rode on his 'thing' of being quite placid and just saying random words in order to get a laugh during his Circle and Sexie tours. He used to have momentous political stories, turned into comic tales making the most boring (and at the same time horrific) political events laugh-out-loud funny. He gave humerous personas to domesticated animals, and created new world events born out of real historial happenings with a touch-in-cheek twist.
Ich bin ein Berliner!
Come back, Eddie!