Mike Wilmot

Righteously funny from the get-go, Wilmot strolls down the aisle to the stage, three beers in hand. He prefaces the evening by letting us know this isn’t a play, we will not learn anything, we will merely witness the breaking down of a middle-aged man. And he’s right, for the next sixty minutes, nothing is sacred. He hacks into, dumplings, Coopers beer, Pie Face (‘if you can make a meat pie look trendy, your town is fucked up’) and midgets.

Wilmot has an immense stage presence. He talks non-stop, undeterred if laughter doesn’t follow. Every second word is ‘fuck’ and to call the show smutty would be a complete understatement, at one stage, even treating the audience to a re-enactment of a scene from a porno. This show is a continuous stream of consciousness, bordering on uncomfortable and yet oh so enticing. An absolute must see for the fest… and in case you’re wondering, he finished all three.