Me, Myself And Di review

A signal of the return to pre-Covid normality might be the reemergence of the loathsome, low-budget British comedy. Me, Myself And Di is an unwelcome throwback to body-shaming, working class-mocking cheapies that ape Hollywood structures without the humour or style to make something uniquely British.

Review: Reeves & Mortimer, The Poignant Moments

Even those who are unfamiliar with Reeves and Mortimer's sketch shows can get a kick out of watching them live.

Listen carefully to Tina C Goes Down Under: The Aborogynal Monologues and almost every line crosses one boundary of good taste or another. But Tina C's delivery is so sugary and breathy that it's easy to miss some of the acidic asides.

What you can't miss is her mispronunciation of key terms on this tour of Australia. Aboriginal becomes aborogynal, and indigenous is indigynous. This gag, where the emphasis settles on 'gyn' in both words (pronounced as in 'vagina'), was repeated relentlessly in last night's programme. I was just losing patience with it when Tina's Australian press manager tried to correct her. It was a funny scene, revolving around Tina's clearly ferociously angry face, and her venomous dismissal of the point. Anything else that Australasians are touchy and weird about? she spat. Maybe because of repressed guilt?

Elsewhere Tina (aka Chris Green) left very little free of insult. This being Australia, some local 'enduring symbols' came in for her treatment. We heard about the Sydney Oprey House, and how, when faced with a spider, she decided to fight it. [/q]I'm going to wrestle that spider,[/q] she drawled, and I'm going to do it for Steve Irwin. And his daughter Bimbo.

Chris Green's outrageous comic Country and Western creation tours Australia, exploring the country's obsession with country music. This Englishman's impersonation of a Tennessee woman trying to do an Australian accent promises to make for unique listening.