Jim Jeffries is a man who takes self loathing to dizzy new heights, and is not afraid to recount tales from his life which make him out to be as big of a [insert the worst of all swear words here] as he claims the rest of the world are. Indeed this year’s show seems to be somewhat of a catharsis, with a very disturbing story being related about a former girlfriend in the middle of the show. Such is the nature of Jim’s humour and effortless deadpan delivery that he still manages to get a giggle from the audience for this and soon goes on to have the room in stitches.
Claiming to be “bigger than Jesus”, but only by virtue of the fact that the bearded saviour must have been a midget (you’ll need to see the show to have that one explained) Jim goes on to launch scathing attacks on the Christians, the Muslims and, in fact ALL religious types, as well as non-drinkers, the Osbournes and many more. The trouble is, there does not seem to be a whole lot of intelligence behind these denouncements beyond the type found spilling from the mouths of drunken bar-room ‘philosophers’ in old man pubs the world over. Which of course Jim is, and the audience seem to love him for it. They also lap up the painful admissions that Jim makes about the state of his sex life, hanging on his every word and always willing to cheer and applaud their host’s self deprecation. One gets the feeling that Jim is in a bad way but he turns this around and magnificently entertains his people, who return year in year out to feed of his cynical world-view. One look at the gargantuan queue, snaking halfway around Bristo Square is enough to illustrate the soaring popularity of the man. Lets hope he’s cheered up by this somewhat.