Mickey D - Shame 101

Mickey D will never be invited to perform at the Royal Variety Show. This wild and perhaps distressing judgement is based upon the structural subtleties of his act: one suspects that the fart joke/knob joke/masturbation joke (repeat as necessary) configuration of his show might not go down too well in front of Ma’am. But then again, those with a greater intellectual capacity than your average chimpanzee will probably miss the point as well.

Fresh from winning the Adelaide Fringe Best Comedy Award earlier this year, the man undoubtedly has charisma. If he didn’t, his tales of masturbation in front of his loyal Labrador would likely lead to at least one of his audience walking out. It is the man’s Aussie energy that shines through his stories of colonic irrigation, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that he manages to talk about his own faeces for 15 minutes of an hour-long show. Mickey D is the sort of man who would thrive in his local pub, recounting tales of long-passed bowel movements and causing his mates to choke on their dry roasted peanuts, but at the Edinburgh Fringe we seem to think we’re a little more sophisticated than that. By all means give us filth, but next time it needs to be more rounded, darker, and a lot more solid.