Nestled into the comfortable confines of the stylish Bridge House Bar I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from tonight’s performance. Settling into a cosy high-backed chair around a circular wooden table, a plush carpet underfoot, and with only a smattering of other audience members, the setting felt more like a Sunday lunch than a show for the London Fringe Festival.
But that all changed when David Savage took to the mic. Dressed in jogging bottoms and a t-shirt that read Molly and Friends for Dementia, to look at Dave you wouldn’t think he’d drive a turbo-diesel Honda Civic. Maybe their eco-friendly insight hybrid, but not a turbo - he’s 66! Even though he is confused by the car’s security system and gets ignored by passersby when locked inside with the alarm blaring. Still, give him a third off on his travel rail card and he’d rather catch the train any day – even if his journey is spoilt by people talking into their mobile phones in the quiet carriage!
With an insight into growing pains, the medical profession and the depressing attitudes of today’s youth, Savage has the issues and the witty on-liners of Victor Meldrew and Alf Garnett, and though he lacks the conviction – or perhaps the confidence – to tackle his subject matter with both barrels, he certainly has plenty of ammunition within his arsenal. For someone new to the game, at times Savage was right on the nozzle, and other times way off the mark.
Making his comedy debut and swigging on his “spitfire” beer, Savage swiftly regales us with hilarious stories of his life and shares his amusing – and poignant - observations about the deterioration of the modern age and for this writer his performance summed up the first ever London Fringe Festival – great potential, not quite polished.
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