Slightly frazzled after a long day filming with Trevor McDonald - (someone's gotta do it) - Reginald D Hunter opened with a disclaimer: he's "between sets", "just trying stuff out" etc. But his act was far from worn out
Offering thoughtful musings on everything from his favourite "fuck you movies" to Bridget Jones to women's self-oppression, Reg was political without being patronising.
He's been accused of deliberately pandering to a racist stereotype - one irate journalist even dubbed him "the black Bernard Manning" - but in fact he's twisting the idea on its head. What seemed to be a Holocaust jibe turned out to be an astute point about the Rwandan genocide; which, of course, has not officially earned the title of 'Holocaust'.
Sharp and professional even on no sleep, Reginald D. was as ever, smart,
edgy and consummately cool.

Mark Maier was winging it tonight - aptly, at first, comparing organic
food to "baked avocado in weasel seamen" - but before long he
started to wane. When a stand-up starts imitating a camp German with a penchant
for punctuality you know they're out of material. The best heckle of the
night came from Manuela the Singing Prostitute (the half time filler act)
who called him a "wedding organiser".

Alfie Brown, a foppish young fellow in a Ben Sherman shirt, was a true
delight. His act may have been a little unpolished, and he seemed unable
to leave the stage when his time was spent, but his delivery was natural
and his jokes were sharp. Definitely one to watch.

Between nervous giggles, Canadian jock Darrin Rows trotted out a boring
litany of poorly executed jokes about race, religion, gays, homelessness,
rape, oh, and kids. Yawn.

Mary Fitzgerald