This show SHOULD be called “Henry Paker’s 3D Bungle”. If you decide to waste your money on buying a ticket to Henry Paker, be warned. Those who truly insist on going, may find it a good idea to precede the show with a couple of strong alcoholic beverages. A couple of hundred to be exact. Only then might they find Paker vaguely amusing, or even make some sense of the content of his show.
The more the show drags on, the more Paker seems to panic from the feeble response of the audience, and the more embarrassing and nonsensical it becomes. He then begins to speak what seems to be a different language, making up words and trying to reclaim some of his lost dignity. No-one seems to get it. Or his jokes, his strange new alphabet, or what on earth he is actually on about. The hour would be better spent watching paint dry. During the show you would not be alone if you consider root canal treatment as a less painful experience.
This show should only be attended by the so-called friends, who at some stage, one drunken night out on the town perhaps, told Paker he should try stand-up. A cruel joke indeed.
1/5 
Sandi Hunter
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