Laugh Out London: Sean McLoughlin
Off to The Dogstar in Brixton last night for a pair of Edinburgh previews. First up, Sean McLoughlin whose show "Whatever It Takes" focuses upon 2015 being the worst year of his life having been made homeless due to flooding and moving back in with his parents who were undergoing a divorce.
Sean is my age and I basically see him as doing the sort of thing I do on stage (a negative, self-loathing fretful persona), but considerably better. He's doing a ticketed show at the Pleasance this year after two years of free solo shows. I wonder if this changes the dynamic of what he does and his relationship with an audience. A handful of times during the hour, he projected the notion that he was floundering in front of an audience who were enjoying the show. Certainly he was doing far better than the nightmarish gig he described in front of stag parties and hen dos where one man described his act as "a hate crime".
This was just one of McLoughlin's entertainingly told tales of woe, with evocative turns of phrase. Although the different generations of my family who live in Haywards Heath probably don't have such a negative view of the Sussex town he was forced to look for accommodation in. A section on his relationship with God coming to an end proved particularly intriguing and was probably the last thing I expected him to talk about.
There's still some structural tweaking for him to do in the two weeks before the festival starts, but he's always someone who I'd recommend seeing as a refreshing antidote from the bland twentysomething stand-up archetypes I've experienced elsewhere.
Sean is my age and I basically see him as doing the sort of thing I do on stage (a negative, self-loathing fretful persona), but considerably better. He's doing a ticketed show at the Pleasance this year after two years of free solo shows. I wonder if this changes the dynamic of what he does and his relationship with an audience. A handful of times during the hour, he projected the notion that he was floundering in front of an audience who were enjoying the show. Certainly he was doing far better than the nightmarish gig he described in front of stag parties and hen dos where one man described his act as "a hate crime".
This was just one of McLoughlin's entertainingly told tales of woe, with evocative turns of phrase. Although the different generations of my family who live in Haywards Heath probably don't have such a negative view of the Sussex town he was forced to look for accommodation in. A section on his relationship with God coming to an end proved particularly intriguing and was probably the last thing I expected him to talk about.
There's still some structural tweaking for him to do in the two weeks before the festival starts, but he's always someone who I'd recommend seeing as a refreshing antidote from the bland twentysomething stand-up archetypes I've experienced elsewhere.
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