Rob Beckett’s show is so-called because it is his summer holiday: his working class roots won’t let him see it as proper graft. And it doesn’t look like hard work either; this sweetly delivered hour on a ‘’chavvy’’ childhood (his words) is never laboured. Like Russell Brand, Beckett is a master at evoking the tucked-away absurdities of family life with just a few subtle observations, but refreshingly, his nostalgic snippets come without any attempts at grandiose philosophising. And while most comics will merely profess the factual accuracy of their anecdotes (undoubtedly his strength: audience interaction was a little bit stilted), Beckett has the pictures (and more) to prove them, which eventually leads the show to its joyous finale.
Pleasance Courtyard, 1-27 Aug (not 14), 6.00pm.
tw rating 4/5 | [Rachel Aroesti]