Glenn Wool: Goodbye Scars

Glenn Wool is recently divorced. After making clear to his audience that he has absolutely no STIs, he admits that unleashing a horny singleton on Edinburgh in August is frankly dangerous. Thankfully, said divorce has not only provided the city with another performer on the prowl, it has also provided Wool with some great comedy material.

Wool favours the slow-build approach to his narrative jokes. There are only three major anecdotes told during the course of the show, each one slowed down, broken up and told with such relish that you'll occasionally forget that a punchline will eventually arrive. This is by no means a negative: Wool's biggest strength is his storytelling. Wrapped up in his extended vowels and languid delivery, it's easy to be caught off-guard when a deftly-observed joke comes out of nowhere.

Wool's stoned surfer dude persona is both an asset and a curse. While it does lend him a certain warmth, it becomes clear that the man is smarter than his speech patterns would lead us to believe, and the whole delivery eventually begins to grate. His over-reliance on observational comedy from the point of view of men has the male audience members rolling with laughter, but doesn't seem to impress the (admittedly fewer) women out there. Wool's show is a big mixed bag of styles and stories. While his material is entertaining, if not groundbreaking, it is his charisma that steals the show. For late-night post-pint laughs you could do far worse than spending an hour in this lovable hairball's company.