Reviewer: Matt Forrest
Justin Moorhouse signals his arrival into this unique, homely venue ringing what is best described as a school bell, the sort used to herd school kids into class before the 1990’s. As Moorhouse points out no good news was ever given after a bell was rang; however that changes tonight with Moorhouse delivering a solid hour of stand-up and a great show packed with jokes and a few surprises.
At the top of the show, Moorhouse announces that he isn’t like other comics: he won’t tell lies or fabricate stories for comic affect – a claim that by the end of the show comes back to bite him on the backside. In typical stand-up form Moorhouse has the usual spot of patter with the crowd, young and old alike get a gentle ribbing: there is a slight feeling that he is holding back however he needn’t have worried as some of his ‘victims’ give as good as they get and are happy to go along for the ride.
The show is packed full of northern humour which include the game “Tic Shit”, whereby you place some dog shit on the end of a stick and flick it at your mate, a tip for this is that to achieve the best results the dog poo must have the consistency of a baked Camembert. Also up for discussion are the prostate problems men past the age of 40 face and the rather pointless stories some older ladies tell that never lead anywhere.
The show at times does become slightly risqué with Moorhouse dipping his toe into the murky world of racism and homophobia, but this is more school-boy smut that any sort of political statement. The performance is given a more intimate and friendly feel helped by the fantastic venue as this allows Moorhouse to interact with his audience as well as allowing us to see the thought process that makes up the show.
The conclusion sees Moorhouse finish with a tale from his childhood: however midway through a lady in the audience pointed out that she was the person in the story and the mum of his friend: this of course, throws Moorhouse off his stride and is a nice, funny moment as the two shared memories about the incident, it’s a funny, warm moment that had the audience in stitches: it also leads to an admission that for comic affect Moorhouse had slightly embellished his closing joke.
Overall this was a fun night of typical Northern humour, Criss-crossing between crude, silly and sentimental delivered by a comic clearly having as good a time as his audience.
Reviewed on 7 September 2017 | Image: Contributed