Comedy review: Bobby Mair
Edinburgh Fringe Scotsman review: Bobby Mair – Obviously Adopted at Just The Tonic @ The Tron (Venue 51), reviewed by Kate Copstick
If anything springs to mind as Bobby Mair takes the stage at The Tron it is the sound of Duelling Banjoes. That is the look. You get the feel right off the bat that this show is not going to be clever wordplay and quips. And indeed it is not. He is a Canadian living in Brixton whose favourite thing is “making people angry”.
He hates Edinburgh water (his description of its taste involves a national treasure and an undergarment), introduces the room to the concept of the gunt (a word so ugly that before you know what it means you know it is not one for the sensitive), wants to be gay (his thoughts on anal sex will stamp pictures in your brain that may never go away) and has had adventures down the rabbit hole of drug taking that make it a small miracle that he is here to entertain us tonight.
But alongside the heavy-hitting anecdotes, he has beautifully crafted stuff about the weird things that make him happy: Barack Obama and Primark, KFC, cats as pets and the “unluckiest couple in the world”. He was – as the title of his show suggests – adopted, and the last third of his hour is about families and death, mental illness and one night that he spent in bed with his dad. As father-son bonding goes, it is a humdinger.
Mair is – although it might not sound it – an engaging and likeable stage presence. He is warm and friendly, which sweetens the pill of his material as he deals it to us.
He is the heir to Doug Stanhope, but no mere clone or wannabe. Bobby Mair is definitely his own comic. And this dodgy but loveable basement is just the place to see him.
Originally published in The Scotsman