The Playhouse Theatre, London.
The outside walls of the theatre are literally pasted with four and five star reviews, and so the heightened air of expectation inside is palpable. David Baddiel – former poster boy* for the New Laddism of Nineties comedy, now a sober, reflective (middle aged) parent – starts by airing a few screen caps from Twitter, breezily introducing the concept that social media is merely you, but the you you’d prefer to project, and punched up a few levels. It’s a gentle introduction, but contains the kernel of a devastating callback later in the show. We move on to a discourse on the correct use of “quotation” marks and the appropriate number of exclamation marks to add to an email’s closing sentence(!!!!) which is also generally lighthearted and pretty much what we’ve come to expect from one of the blokey, jokey architects of Baddiel and Skinner Unplanned. Once we’re sitting comfortably though, David moves into murkier waters, and the laughs become slightly more nervous. However much he’s signified that this is okay to laugh at there’s still an innate reserve within the audience which suggests that relating graphic details of his late mother’s » Continue Reading.