Channel Four's running that "top 100 standups" again which for a clipshow is quite funny (it's supposed to be totally funny) and Bill Hicks has just passed through. I'm told he was the funniest person on the planet. But Gerry Sadowitz has just performed, not like a dose of salts, possibly more like caustic soda. He's the most outrageous outrage in Bar Outrage on Planet Outrageous.
Back in the day, his short lived Time Out column was a taste of things to come. He caused, um, outrage. His shows have to have security. What was it he called Mother Teresa? A cunt?
I met him. He was managed by Pal P for a while - we'll come back to Pal P in another post - and Gerry was a quiet guest at lunch. I saw him before that in his wee magic shop in Clerkenwell - well Theobalds Road - in London's original Little Italy before Soho took over. He specialises in close up card tricks which defy the senses - utterly brilliant at them.
Thing is, on stage there's no-one to touch him. He's, um, fuckn magic.