By chance, I was offered tickets to go and see Rhys Nicholson, an Australian comedian who is currently doing a show about happiness and how- in his own words- it’s nothing but “b******t”
His humour is explicit, homoerotic in content, deadpan in delivery, and dark in disposition. His appearance is similar to either Morrisey or a camp and slightly alternative Dr Who, clad in the skinny jeans and bow-tie. He moves around the stage with what seems to be a nervous, jumpy energy, perhaps due to his “anxiety disorder” or his much better titled “intolerance to hope”.
This should give you all the indication you need as to the type of show you are letting yourself into. I think he is a very acquired taste, but luckily I found it most palatable.
I wouldn’t recommend this to anybody under the age if 18, or uncomfortable with sexual content, swearing, abortions, and baby pictures. If you like one or more of the above, go and see Rhys now! ***