Adam Kay, comedy review: Grand guignol meets Carry On Nurse
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He knows how hard doctors work, he was one once. Between jaunty ditties he reads from his hospital diary. He does not need to alter words to unearth dark humour. Here is the teenager whose penis has – cross your legs, men – been shredded, there is the incident involving so much blood Kay's pants were soaked. It's grand guignol meets Carry On Nurse.
The deadpan anecdotes add emotional heft. Doctors clearly do it for love not money, he maintains, whatever their critics suggest. His story ends with the grimmest of experiences, something so traumatic it prompted a career change.
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Kay does not have to worry about saving lives now, he only has to worry about bad reviews. Comedy is tough, but judging by this entertaining if mistitled show, much easier than his previous job.
Until April 15, Soho Theatre; sohotheatre.com