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The Great Hall, Exeter Northcott Theatre

Jack Dee hosts I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue

Good, not-so-clean, laugh-out-loud ridiculousness is to be had as I’m Sorry, I Haven’t A Clue is on tour.

The acerbic Jack Dee is master of ceremonies of the iconic long-running Radio 4 favourite antidote to all panel shows, topping, tailing and filling the gaps between games with dry wit and wry observations. Gentle and not so gentle fun is poked at local foibles, news stories, landmarks and history showcasing Dee’s deadpan humour and renowned sarcasm—and his Barry White impression.

Pippa Evans (Olivier Award-winning Showstopper! The Improvised Musical and 9 to 5: The Musical dramturg) delights whether belting out "How Much Is That Doggie In the Window" to the tune of "Cabaret", channelling her inner Alana or in quick-fire new definitions, letter writing as Elizabeth I or "In My Pants" while perennial favourite Tony Hawks is close to the bone with one-liners, an under-ripe mike, song stoppers and his "Gangnam Style" pick-up will be long-remembered.

Rory Bremner (The Big Impression; Bremner, Bird and Fortune) never fails to impress. Here "Imagine" sung to the tune of The Muppet Show theme, beautifully-timed waiter service and new slogans (Armitage Shanks: no jobbie too big) are razor-sharp while gentlemanly Miles Jupp (Balamory; The Thick of It; and here last in The Life I Lead) is sardonic, playing for Children in Tweed, bang on with the "Marrow Song" sung to "Holding Out For A Hero" and with such an infectious laugh.

Stalwart Colin Sell is tickling the ivories and butt of many a joke, while producer Jon Naismith pops up with letters from Samantha and hefting the state-of-the-art vocal charade boards.

Pizza Express and "Just 17, You Know What I Mean" snipes at HRH Andrew, Wallace and Vomit, booby trap bras, off-the-wall mash-up of every quiz show known to man, much smut, some crudity, great chemistry and a letter from Mrs Trellis of North Wales, what more could a packed house want? Mostly slick and scripted, there is much to amuse (and bewilder as Mornington Crescent is visited) and what better ending than a clanger whistle and full audience kazoo duet medley?

Reviewer: Karen Bussell