Minuting the minutiae
Coming on just a few minutes late for his unsupported first half, Jimeoin danced onstage to the old 80s hit Disco Inferno (burn baby burn) and started his act as he meant to go on, dissecting parts of life that pass most folks by without comment or thought.
He started with his own appearance (“this isn’t me, this isn’t how I normally look”) in jeans, t-shirt and, well hidden, a very sparkly belt!
He queried relationships in the front row (us included) and spent some time picking apart Penny and Paul, (her coat, how long they had been together etc). He said that he’d be on, do some jokes, but not too funny as he’d to save some for the second half. His humour is quiet, dry and understated, funny without being rip roaringly so.
Just before the break we had some work with props, a book, an apple, binoculars (good joke, I won’t spoil it by telling you!)
As the evening wore on we had a great section on parts of conversation and just where do you look when trying to remember events from a long time ago, who was there, what they said, small details, everything aimed at a different point over his head, or to the side stage…all done so cleverly with call backs every few sentences. Laughter and giggling abounded, especially from our friend Emms who had (extremely co-incidentally), unbeknownst to us bought a ticket for the show months before, and still ended up sitting next to us! Jimeoin told her that her laugh “was genetic”.
The electric guitar that had been sitting quietly (but not unnoticed!) at the back of the stage was brought into the act at the end with some humerous songs that were rich in titles but not in verses, being of the one line persuasion. It wasn’t a bad end to the evening, and we had an encore too which even had a couple of verses!
A thoroughly enjoyable show but not one we will remember for long. With 255 shows under our belt this year this was pretty safe crowd friendly stuff and nothing that will win any awards for ground breaking humour, not that it is a bad thing.
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