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Last weeks comedy night at the Beech and Barnicott was a rare and welcome treat. Host and compere, Bentley, sporting a shirt with the iridescence of a fresh mackerel ran through the surreal humour on offer in the weeks Bridport News – including the hard hitting headline “Thieving Junkie C***s”, a response to someone helping themselves to the contents of his shed. Tsk, tsk, language Bentley! “Moffit” is the current acceptable term for junkie.
After some un-politicallycorrect-fettered insights into his personal search for the clitoris – he couldn’t find his - and the frictional advantages of the larger, more mature mammaries. he proceeded to strap on his sawn-off guitar and to regale us with a string of heartfelt homespun classics such as “Pauline, Pauline, Please don’t take away my camper van”, the Pink Floyd derived “ A pikey came and cut my grass” and the self-penned ode to the overly endowed, “My Girlfriend’s Cock”. Next up was local try out Merlin – more polish than shine but there’s something there that a little more material should bring to the fore.  Ian Cognito Then we were off into a comedic kamikaze nose dive at the madness of modern life that is Ian Cognito. The timing and theatricality of this seasoned pro as he lines up and destroys one politically correct stance after another would be a delight to observe if it wasn’t for the the tears of laughter obscuring the view. Still resonating a week later is the observation – “Einstein tells us that nothing, NOTHING!, can travel faster than the speed of light. Now there’s a man that never trod on a rake...” Cognito seems to deliver his hilarious vitriol directly to the humour cortex of the brain leaving the audience gasping and reeling as the rapid fire combinations of punchlines render them drunk with glee.All in all a fine night at the Beech and I hope there’ll be more in the same vein at this great little venue with the exception of the unspeakably poor Leon “All At” Sea who cooled down the audience prior to Bentley’s set by heckling the audience and dissing his fellow comedians. Bookers beware, this man is about as welcome on the stage as follow through fart is in a space suit.
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