There are quite a number of Irish stand up comedians at any given Fringe, and they all seem to moan about everything. That might have to do more with their personality than just for comedy effect, but Delamere is no exception to this rule, and he spends half his routine shouting expelliatives about life in Ireland.
It is good news, then, that what he has to say is actually funny, because if it wasn’t this way, he could have just been one of the forgettable Irish. Some of his jokes do die a painful slow death on stage, but for the most time, he does a good job of keeping the audience entertained. He might not be the most original of comedians, and his retelling of his life adventures might seem a bit by the book and over-rehearsed (he does seem to be ticking done boxes in his head, while he moves to the next one), but he does have great banter with the public, who he refuses to insult for comedy effect. A retelling of his trips with his friend Willy (real person, not his sexual appendix) have you chuckling away at his every word, while the last ten minutes has the audience crying with laughter. He even has a poll and asks about the feel of male genitalia. He is genuily interested, mind you, and there is a point to it, so stick with it, even if you are cringing throughout the answers he is given.
He might not be one of the big names yet, but he will be, so catch him when he is still affordable.
4/5 
Adrian G. Velazquez
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