For this tour, Jim booked big venues; unfortunately, his star doesn't shine quite as brightly over here as it does in the States so he didn't sell out, filling around 4,500 of the 8000 tickets available. This meant the upper level of the Hydro was curtained off and the atmosphere was a little flat.
He brought two support acts with him this time: an Aussie, whose name I can't remember, and Forrest Shaw, the American comedian, that Jim brought with him last time when he played the Armadillo. Both supports had good material, appropriate for Jim fans, but neither won over the space. As warmups, they achieved lukewarm at best.
Jim was funny but I felt he was going through the motions tonight, actual bowel motions in one story. He looked tired, heavy and regularly sucked on his vape, like it would give him the kick to continue. The routines felt like routines, rather than spontaneous tales. You have to admire his craft, though, when apparent tangents dovetail back into the main story to great comic effect.
He still has the club chops to destroy hecklers, putting one man who shouted 'Scot-Land' in his place with a detailed and lengthy explanation about why that phrase will haunt him for the rest of his life.
The show unfortunately finished with a story that he told last time about his brother threatening to piss on the carpet if Jim didn't get him a coke. Having heard it before, it left me feeling slightly cheated.
In summary: not his best tour but still funny.
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