It’s Tim Vine with a barrage of new drivel. The joke conveyor belt is set to full speed. Expect daft gags by the handful, stupid props on an oblong table and a sprinkling of musical interloons. It’s a show without a message. It’s Timmaterial.
The Man with the Golden Pun has reloaded and he’s aiming at you. Stand by and sit down. Strap in and let go. Come Onnnnnnnnnn! The management reminds you to breathe normally between jokes to avoid suffocation.
“A joyous explosion” The Times.
