COMEDY

This is Chris Martin’s debut hour at the Edinburgh Fringe, having previously played ten or fifteen minute club spots. He is charming, competent, and with the exception of a little (probably unintended) casual homophobia, pretty inoffensive.

He’s a nice guy, and is the boyfriend that your mother would love. To be fair, your mother would probably go for his humour as well. The script is well structured, properly paced and very well executed. He’s an observational story teller – Martin could adequately cover for Michael McIntyre on TV, should he phone in sick. There are enough people out there, who see this as a compliment, to ensure his future success.

It does take a particular kind of skill to make the mundane, like parking a car, funny. The reality is that it just isn’t enough for me. I did laugh more than once during this hour, but I left the theatre thinking, “so what?”