Royal Albert Hall, London
Davies uses his ostentatiously puerile sense of humour to fine comic effect, with a series of stories capturing his long struggle to get over himself
Hold forth for two hours about your low self-worth, and you can start to look very self-involved. Is that the problem, or the point, of Greg Davies’ new show? Ostensibly, Full Fat Legend poses the question “What the hell am I?”, as the Taskmaster man looks past his professional title and family roles to reveal the true Greg beneath. Practically, that means a retread of Davies’ life from 1970s Shropshire via a brief teaching career and nascent celebrity, and around more adventures in poo, pee and wanking than you’d wish on anybody.
You might marvel that a 57-year-old’s gaze remains so directed at the navel, and below. But 12-year-old in a (very) outsized body has always been Davies’ shtick. I found the fixation on bums and willies a bit much in this latest offering, perhaps because it goes on so long. But if, after six decades, Davies’ sense of humour remains juvenilely self-absorbed, at least he has the good grace to acknowledge it, and the craft to often turn it to fine comic effect. See the “face full of new freckles” image-making that accompanies one anecdote about attempting to clean his “baggy bumhole”.
Touring until 11 April
Continue reading…
