With the large stage bare except for a small table and leather chair, Jim Jeffries is granted licence to delve into his past with the best of his material from previous shows.
He begins by poking fun at Michael McIntyre’s rise to primetime TV fame with an impersonation and an improvised, specially tailored routine that he donates to McIntyre. The contrast in the two comedians’ stagecraft is stark as the Australian casually saunters, taking comfort occasionally in the chair, or by retrieving the pint of lager he has kept hidden under the table.
Jeffries explains that the solemnity in his voice is because he is filling the 8.30pm performing slot, which, he explains, was allocated to him because it was understood he would be too drunk at 10.30pm to perform at his best. This is not a view he shares. Even so, the suspicion lingers that Jeffries is now bored performing this material.
He is, however, pleasantly surprised to see a dog lying beside its master in the front row. Having correctly deduced that it is a guide dog, he asks the blind man why he has chosen to sit in the front row, informing him that “the sound’s better at the back”.
No individual or social group gets off lightly – it is equal treatment for all. And so it is when Jeffries relays the story of a friend with muscular dystrophy who expresses to Jeffries his dying wish to be taken to a prostitute. Jeffries is equally proud to be asked as he is to oblige. And his joy in sharing the tale is clear, perfectly demonstrating his deadbeat sensibilities.
5/5 
Nick James
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