I’m actually not quite sure how to describe this show other than to say it is completely random, utter lunacy, almost certainly genius nonetheless, and very, very funny.
It really is a strange collection of moments, jokes, sight gags, tiny skits, observations and quick wit that at first seems to have no real shape to it but, by the end of a very fast-paced 45 minutes, seems to have figured out what it is.
Oliver Coleman is in turns intense then personable, over the top, then boy-next-door.
The pool-skit itself was so stupid it was brilliant.
The one thing I am certain of is that I laughed like a drain all the way through it – so much that my stomach hurt.
And I walked out of the show saying ‘what the **** (heck, of course) was that?’ but feeling like all is right with the world when something that strange and funny can exist.