Julian Clary: Lord of the Mince Review

Article by Becca Pottinger | 27 Aug 2009

Julian Clary glides out onto the Udderbelly stage in a pair of rollerblades dressed in a red tailcoat and top hat, seemingly for the sole purpose of announcing that he is indeed the ‘ring master’. This is as complicated as it gets. He spends a disjointed hour flipping soggy one-liners at a depressingly pre-convinced audience, the majority of whom appear solely responsibly for his book sales. The set culminates in a piece of organised wizardry as he pulls two onlookers up on stage to transmit his powers of clairvoyancy through the medium of a ‘familiar’, in the shape of a teddy bear. Beyond the absurdity, his ironic apology for the ticket price is probably the funniest component of Clary’s show. One that’s best left well alone.

Read Evan Beswick's review of Julian Clary: Lord of the Mince.