Clary 'Natural Born Mincer - UK Tour' - De Montfort Hall, Leicester
go on make me laugh. Julian I'm here, in the stalls, seat 6, row D. That's
the one, you can't fail to miss me as you descend from the stage and into
the audience (and notably didn't). - I want to feel my sides split, I
want to sink to the floor off this flip seat and find myself swimming
amongst the discarded ice-cream papers and lost change (oh - is that a
20p!). But let's be honest before we start this one way relationship,
I don't like the new hair-cut much, the life of a performer eh.
Obviously coming to the party with such high expectations, Mr Clary minus
his fanny (although the programme does remember) had his work cut out
for him, but I was certain that this minor challenge was going to prove
little problem at all for a man of Julian's magnitude - a national treasure
no less. The question was though, who would come first? Anyway enough
of the foreplay, let's get down to business.
We were all advised in letters projected to a 6ft high screen as the show
got underway, this - "Warning - the following show contains homosexual
filth that will hopefully get you going"! So if you are of a nervous
deposition you should leave the building then? Town, county, country,
are we heading far enough out for you? Anyway for those still with us
at this point, I shall continue with Julian entering stage right, riding
a larger than life-size velvet slipper - he did warn us that the entire
show would be filled with innuendo. I'm just surprised that the two 'cannons'
situated at each side of the stage and showered the audience sitting in
the stalls with streamers and silver stars at the close to each half,
didn't pipe amal nitrate into the auditorium at some point - now that
could have gotten interesting!
Anyway rather than a series of one liners and mildly amusing observation
so often fed an audience by the traditional comedian, Julian took us on
a ride that not only contained 'the history' of homosexuality, a rather
public outing of those who hardly hide themselves under a bushel and a
tribute to Burt Bacharach (served up with a 'sardonic sauce') among others.
But beware, audience and cast alike because his venomous wit knows no
boundaries and as the saying goes "never cross a gypsy", this
too should apply to our host. Don't even attempt to trow a heckle (from
however far it may come) and what's more even if you try to become the
'wall paper', this will never be inconspicuous enough to avoid his sarcasm.
Visually a spectacle (who does your wardrobe?), and containing that side
splitting element I was looking for - it is obvious that we shall never
see the likes of Julian Clary O.B.E. treading the boards following his
jibes directed at the Windsor's - bless them. But whatever else I may
have intimated at here, everyone should put themselves in the position
of being the 'butt' of the comedian's jokes at least once - if it becomes
more frequent mind you really should evaluate where it is your life is
going, in fact (the following morning) I found myself quite liberated
- buggered by a homosexual, metaphorically of course, I can thoroughly