It is a strange sort of irony when a comedian whose best joke surrounds a childhood toilet trip serves up a festering turd of a set.
And I bet I wasn’t the only audience member wishing they could flush away David Marshall as he bombed on-stage.
He was preceded by the equally unfunny Tom Toal, a southerner so forgettable I can barely recall a single gag. Thankfully.
What really spoiled the show was compere Dave Twentyman. His crass, unoriginal humour belongs