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John Shuttleworth:
A Man With No More Rolls
, Liverpool
Thursday 17th February, 2011
Reviewed by
With a large glass of red in hand, I take my seat next to a palpably
‘we‘ve just had a row’ couple, full of anticipation
for a heart warming, belly laugh of a performance. Such is the power of
John Shuttleworth, the aforementioned frosty couple managed to reach a
lukewarm truce during the second half of the performance, somewhere between
his stimulating breakfast anthem ‘I’m a Serial Cereal Eater’,
his musings on the perils of Indian food and the dangers our elderly relatives
face in these troubled urban times in ‘How’s Your Nan?’
From the rousing opening of ‘You’re Sinners’, Graham
Fellows - aka Jilted John and now John Shuttleworth - triumphantly returned
with his sellout performance from November 2010 at the Everyman. In this
recent incarnation, he’s very much a man preoccupied with the bigger
issues in life. Who can not empathise with the dilemma faced when you’ve
reached your pudding but would rather have a little more of that lovely
shepherd’s pie, (‘I Can’t Go Back to Savoury Now’)!
For me, ‘Two Margarines’ summed up the many domestic issues
which wreak havoc in the modern kitchen and John is very much a man grappling
with the problems caused by his wife, Mary, and her desire to modernise
their lives! And much is made of the demise of the simple bread roll in
favour of the more progressive panini, or ’paganini’ as John
would have it. Hummus got a bad press as being ’dirty’, alongside
the modern youths who hung out on his roof and the stress of bidding on
eBay for a toaster, that eventually only cost them 99pence; ‘Toaster
Song’.
The perils of modern life weren’t the only ills addressed by John
and his Bontempi keyboard, as we were also regaled with stories of Ken,
his manager’s (or ’sole agent’s’) failed marriage
and inability to spell. It was all Ken’s fault that the title of
the show fell foul of a poorly typed email which resulted in ’morals’
becoming ’more rolls’. Talking of morals, during two phone
conversations with his wife Mary, we got the distinct impression that
Ken was after more than just a cut in John’s fee, as we overheard
them trying to unscrew a jar of olives together when Ken should’ve
been collecting another of his act’s broad swords from the community
centre.
All these slices of suburban life were richly and surreally observed
and had the audience in tears of laughter. He even threw in a few cheeky
comments about the Everyman being a bit gloomy as it was due to be demolished
and advised us to check on our cars during the interval, as we know what
reputation Liverpool has! Hats off to Graham Fellows for serving up such
a hilarious comic character, from his leather jacket to his Guy Fawkes
fancy dress; John Shuttleworth is a man of our times.
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