What should we expect when seeing a show entitled, The Ends Is Nigh?
I was expecting a rollicking critique of all the various doomsayers throughout history, broken down one by one and revealed as misguided delusionists or masterful control freaks.
Instead, we got a standup sandwich – an entree of apocalyptic bewilderment, a main course of life observations, and a round of personal apocalypse to send us back out into the night with.
We won’t mention the Hip Hop.
Duncan has many important points to share with the world.
One of the most important relates to the way our society foolishly wastes the finite resource of helium for stupid party balloons, which will soon rob many of us of life-saving MRI scans (Helium is a crucial element in this device and for the life of me I cannot understand why the use of Helium for anything other than life-saving work has not been banned yet).
Duncan places this dilemma before us in a jaw-dropping context.
And this is the beauty of Duncan’s work.
The majority of his standup is funny but is also based in evidence-based insight and observation.
While his delivery and content does bounce all over the place like a random number generator spewing out Dewey Decimal references, there are threads that hold this show together and the audience spent most of the time alternating between chortles and belly laughs.
Might I suggest, if you like humour with a solid base, laced with glancing blows against superstition, religion and conspiracy theorists, then you’d better book before his end is too nigh to do anything about.
I will leave you with a lesser-known verse from John’s book of Revelation:
And I beheld when we had entered the Nook at the Producers Hotel, and, lo, there was a great beat; and the sun was hidden behind black sackcloth, and the microphone had been affixed to the stand by tape, and the white man doth singeth Hipeth Hopeth, thus;
Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, yo, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, yo, and might, be unto our Duncan for ever and ever. Amen.