“No one is equipped to review me,” Stewart Lee declares near the beginning of this work-in-progress show, referring to the multiple layers of irony and self-awareness that exist between him and his audience. Feigning contempt for the audience and the recognition his television work has brought him is, he explains, something he does “for a…
Some comedians choose reggae or punk as their intro music, some declare their grandiosity with a blast of opera, but Stewart Lee brings us into the room with some cerebral, complicated jazz. He deliberately screws up his announcement from behind the curtain – which is another clue as to how complex and multi-layered this show…
I HAD heard tell of Stewart Lee’s apparent disdain for many of those who buy tickets for his shows these days, as opposed to the “comedy intelligentsia” who have followed him since the late 1980s and early 1990s. There is something admirably fearless about the way he tried to divide his full house at the…
“No one is equipped to review me,” suggests Stewart Lee, who can’t help but continue to have a dig at the press – and, more specifically, the Telegraph. He spends time tearing apart his audience for being “lacklustre”, while humorously stating that the show would be better at The Stand with his proper fans. Lee,…