Gardener is a weegie, living in London, and very much a Scot while he's there. But a Scot with some Indian heritage as well. So can he do an Indian accent and not be racist?
Through incidents from his upbringing and life Gardener questions identity, relationships and what it means to be a man. There's some moving family material, about his brother who has severe cerebral palsy, but this is all about the laughs. He has some good punchines, smart observations, and makes the point that it isn't imkjigrants who are the problem, it's the rich. An endearingly socialist rant gets strong support from the audience.
There's no killer humour, but it's always enjoyable. Good without being great.
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