Small Venue, Big Laughs, Feminism, & Pizza

Stand-up comic Cormac McGuinness is MC’ing for Thursday night’s gathering of the Smallest Comedy Club in Ireland upstairs in the Dew Drop Inn on Mainguard Street in Galway. His strong features and jet black hair remind me a little bit of Christopher Reeves, but maybe that’s just because I have a nauseating obsession with heroes these days. In between acts he makes some very interesting jokes relating to the saying that “you are what you eat” and I can say, honestly, that I have not been this impressed and amused with such bold public assertions since Frank McCourt wrote openly about wanking in Angela’s Ashes.

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On guitar, as the audience shuffles in and finds a place to sit, Brendan Gallagher provides some nice acoustic melodies which enhances the atmosphere teriffically.

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First act of the night is a chap called Darach McGarrigle who is, we are told, a big hit on the comedy scene in Dublin. He has a very calm, relaxed, and self-debasing air and he kind of reminds me of Woody Allen. His performance is an experience which is very intriguing and one which hits you with laughs out-of-the-blue like a car coming speeding around the corner of a quiet road where you were not expecting it.

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The second act of the night is Elaine Gallagher who won my appreciation by merit of her quirky fiddle playing style and advice for what women should do when they are told they have a nice ass. She impresses me to such an extent that I suspect that she may be the best female comic I have ever seen and so I say, after her show, “You may be the best female comic I have ever seen.”

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“That is the most insulting thing you could say,” she says, and we talk about the intricacies of my statement for a bit. Sometime after the show I realise I said the same thing to Reginald D. Hunter and he wasn’t insulted or offended in the slightest, but then I realise I said, “You’re the best comedian I have ever seen,” rather than specifying his gender, so I guess maybe she had a point.

We subsequently divide the last two available slices of pizza, so you could say our mild clash-of-the-sexes discussion had a rather romantic conclusion; though I doubt she would agree, as I don’t think women find eating pizza romantic; though maybe that’s just me being sexist again; but hey, one might as well be hung for a pizza as a candle lit curry cheese chips for two. I’m aware that makes not one iota of sense. It is not meant to.

Next up is Niall Horisk and the thing I recall most about him is talking about using Grinder and being intrigued at certain ass sitting propositions he received when using the app. What seems like initial shock at such a proposition is quickly overridden by his statement that he is curious as to the cash value of such a thing. Tantalizing stuff indeed.

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A Bob Hennigan closes out the night and this chap exudes a casual, having a chat with a mate in the pub kind of tone that I can honestly say I enjoyed as much as I did the aforementioned Reginald D. Hunter. I think a comic has perfected their art when you, in the middle of a crowded room, feel like they are talking directly to you in the manner of a mate that you’re having a pint with. He is an elite level comedian in the same way Mo Farah is to running, but without the skin tone.

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To conclude, I must simply say that Ireland’s Smallest Comedy Club houses some of the biggest laughs I’ve had in weeks and at €4 in and pizza included, I cannot recommend any better way to spend a Thursday night in Galway.

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