Joe Lycett Review

ADD50524B7By Ciara Austin



A Q&A with comedian Joe Lycett, his first literary gig, is much like listening to your Aunt, 6 sherries and a glass of wine in on Christmas day, unceremoniously heaving the skeletons out of the family closet and then complaining about the parking outside your house.

Instead of family secrets (and more than one glass of wine in) Lycett delved into the significant yellow tome that is his book, ‘Parsnips: Buttered’. He recounted tales of innocuous harassment of the bane of consumer life, customer service; of the noble career that is private investigation and the dire parking situation in Leeds.

Interestingly, hCiarae remarked on the absence of his voice from political comedy, aside from his parking disputes with local government. Although finding a title for his Brexit show from an audience member (‘Lycett or Lump it’), he confessed he knew little about politics, and his knowledge of the Leave Campaign had come from his gently racist aunt. This sets him apart from many other comedians as it removes him from satire and leaves him alone with the little struggles of the middle class, for example, the inappropriate adjectives bestowed upon Waitrose fruit and veg (‘Perfectly ripe avocados’, anyone?).

Funny, delightfully bitter, on the verge of what may be the first Waitrose based nervous breakdown and nonsensical, Joe Lycett is a hero of the pernickety and pedantic, those who really, really don’t like the little things, but do really like wine.