The two-part show lasted a couple of hours – but there must have been around three hours of material packed in.
Mark Watson talks fast, non-stop and is not afraid to shoot off on a tangent at just about every turn. He admits it too as he explained with an imagined discussion between punters on the way home going: ‘Was he any good?’ ‘Not really, but by God he got through some words!’
That would have been an unfair conclusion because he was downright hilarious from the start (where he appeared mid-audience and provided his own build-up before bounding on stage) to finish (where he snuck out of the door before the audience to be in place to sign copies of his book as we all left).
Mark’s long rambling stories – and constant self-interruption – do usually get to the point but it doesn’t really matter because the journey is laugh-out-loud funny anyway.
Whether he’s poking fun at shocking stories in women’s magazines – ‘My rapist took me on his honeymoon…Well a tan’s a tan’ – or pointing out truisms – ‘When girls sign an email with xxx they don’t mean it…just try claiming those kisses next time you see them’ – he’s spot on every time.