In every generation, a slayer is born. And it is undeniable that James Acaster slays. His latest comedy specials – four roughly themed hours available now on Netflix – is some of the most refreshing and unusual stand-up comedy you’re likely to see this year. Sure, there is some rehashed material from his stand-up tour show (of course there is! Why wouldn’t there be?) but much of what we have here is brand new, class-A Acaster.
Dealing with topics as varied as free bananas, the celebrity hubris of the Chilean Miners and how to make a comedy podcast (and that’s just the first two shows), James Acaster proves once again that he is the future of British comedy. The guy is going to be huge, you mark my words! His inimitable style is infectious and there’s something dark bubbling below the surface – a real sense of danger. Get him in your eyes ASAP. Please.
I’m not entirely sure, if I’m honest, what this blog is for. I enjoy writing here, however infrequently it happens these days – something I’m forever pushing to fix. Sometimes I write about politics, sometimes even coherently! Other times I write about some new television show, or something equally as transient. Now and again I talk about myself and my life and where I am with it all. Mostly, I’m sure, you’re here for the bi-monthly posts just like this one, where I promise to write more frequently and more interestingly.
By now you’ve either zoned out or you’re on board for another attempt to get this blog back on the road. I’m promising only this: one post, about something-or-other, per week. That’s my minimum. Juggling the care of a toddler, a day job, family time and other things is something that was always going to eat into my writing; I wouldn’t have it any other way. But I like writing here. I’m always up late so that’s when I’ll write. You have my word (again).
If you want to spur me on in a 21st-Century way, you can try this new thing I’ve just found out about where you buy me a coffee or something? I’ve added a button up there at the top of that column on the right. There’s obviously no obligation, I’m not expecting anyone at all to be so generous. But there it is. I think the Millenials call it “monetising”. I’m trying to kick-start a career in magical entertainment. I’m a fairly proficient close-up magician (card tricks and the like) so it’s about time I tried to do something with it! A “Kofi” from a stranger would go a long way to helping me make that dream come true.
Now, I’m off to watch James Acaster’s Netflix specials. Chances are you’ll have a review of those on here soon. Also, I’m going to break down my magic obsession for you. I promise it’s not going to be as dull as it sounds. So, let’s get cracking!
This from Jeremy Corbyn is a considered, adult and statesmanlike response to what could become a very serious issue indeed – the unfolding events around the use of a nerve agent on British streets…
However, BBC News just reported (of the Nerve Agent attack) “…this episode has started to reveal some of the existing cracks in the Labour Party: Jeremy Corbyn has once again suggested that Britain can’t be *sure* the Russian *State* is responsible. In a Guardian article he said ‘to rush ahead with the evidence being gathered by police, in a fevered parliamentary atmosphere, serves neither justice nor our national security’, but that’s drawn an angry response from some Labour backbenchers.” Then they showed Stephen Kinnock saying that Labour should back the government in blaming the Russians, which means backing Boris Johnson’s dangerous remarks this morning and Gavin Williamson’s ridiculous remarks previously. We now live in a culture where a politician recommending a measured, evidence-based response to a growing foreign/national security issue – rather than a knee-jerk rush to conflict – is considered a treasonous opinion.
I give up. Nuke us now, put us all out of our misery!