the wellingtonista

Danny Bhoy is 'Scottish but looks like a bloody Indian' according to royalty. As his rambling stories wind their way towards the punchline (something I never look forward to because the punchline is never as good as the asides) he dances about the stage in elaborate mimes.

Bhoy's surprisingly rubber face allows him to perfectly capture the essence of Australian eyebrows, and his range of accents is astounding. Well if you don't mind all New Zealanders having a 'fush and chups' accent ('woud you loike a buscut?').

Did this mean he had me almost choking to death with laughter? Yes.

Danny came straight out and was instantly quizzing the audience (what's your name? what do you do?). The rapport kept up through the evening and it never felt out of place. And it was a crowd in fine form too: 'What's the worst pick up line you ever heard?'; 'You're not too fat'. I imagine Danny was thanking the comedy gods.

Danny's stories ranged from touring stories in Australia and New Zealand to unsuccessful dating. There were liberal smatterings of dirty jokes (a few reworked from other comedians but still fresh) and home-town shout outs (i.e. jokes about Hamilton).

Danny has been a regular at the NZ Festival for the last few years and I totally recommend going to see him before he decides to give up on us for good.