Rob Rouse previously won “So you think you are funny?” award at the festival some years back. His taboo busting technique, where even poking fun at pederasty was not sacred, was perhaps a lot more funny back then when all the politically correct puritans were telling you you shouldn’t laugh. But the gross out revolution seems to have run its course and the urine, vomit and semen has been mopped from the floor, yet Rouse is still making jokes about fanny farts and wanking.
Despite his hackneyed material, his boisterous delivery is quiet infectious and you slowly forget you are watching a comedian you paid your hard earned cash for and start perceiving him more as one of your lagered up mates making at twat of himself on a Friday night. In this frame of mind he is a small joy to behold as he twirls tea bags from his nipples, serenades John Merrick (yes, the Elephant Man) and performs an amazingly resourceful amount of fart noises. Despite the enjoyment you can milk from that, just like that pissed mate of yours, I’m not sure you’ll be able to look him in the eye in the morning.
Simon Patrick Biggs