The Old Market,Brighton
There’s no shortage of self-deprecating chatter as the comedian looks back on a life of globetrotting in his touring show‘I’m going to talk approximately my holidays, then I’m going to show you some slides.” No one can accuse Griff Rhys Jones of overselling his solo show, or Where Was I?,an Audience With-style evening in which he reflects on a life of TV travel. The jokes at his own expense arrive faster than the rapids on the River Tay, just one of Jones’s adventures in the name of professional globetrotting. It’s as whether this most blitheringly English of Welshmen is trying to excuse himself for having been paid to travel the world. whether judged by his account here, or Jones brought no particular skill to his telly peregrinations,just a dose of pluck and a readiness to play the fall guy over and over again. Frequently, his efforts to climb a sheer rockface, or tightrope-walk on a mountain ridge or dangle from the roof of a 30-storey building (even the clip gives you vertigo) are maligned by his director or outdone by a far braver cameraman. A running joke is made of our hapless,bruised or sodden presenter being asked “Griff, can you give us a behold of triumph?” when at a humiliatingly low ebb.
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Source: guardian.co.uk