REVIEW: Michael McIntyre, Sheffield Motorpoint Arena - by Nik Brear

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LOOK out ol’ Macky is back!

With his particular brand of self-mocking slapstick comedy, Michael McIntyre exploded onto Sheffield’s Motorpoint Arena’s stage this week for a four-night run of his brand new tour.

Warming the crowd up with references to the Steelers and Jess Ennis - and with a killer Northern accent - Michael had clearly done his homework. It was during his observational tales however, that the comic really settled into his familiar best. Hilarious anecdotes about entertaining his ‘nightmare’ children, a painful visit to the dentist and a re-enactment of his wife slipping sensually into a pair of tights had the crowd crying with laughter.

“Apologies to those who bought tickets over a year ago,” he grinned. “I put them on sale too early. I’ve had complaints from people who showed up to the O2 gig 12 months early!”

Michael’s genius comes from his likeability and ease in ‘befriending’ a crowd so they feel they’re having a good ol’ natter down the pub with a truly hilarious mate. The giant arena seemed to shrink to the size of a living room as he teased audience members near the front and even got told off by one woman for allowing the back of his jacket to become entangled in his microphone pack.

“Wow, that must have really been bothering you,” he told her, giggling like a naughty schoolboy as he set himself right. “Was it bothering all of you?”

8,000 people responded with screams and applause and a desire to pinch his adorable rubber-faced cheek.