Whilst a Uni Cricket Team social was prevented by a stereotypically late effort to get tickets, Jeff, MBK, Mo and I happily crowded round a tiny table in an intimate little room never before explored in the bowels of Brighton's Komedia. Why? To witness Miles Jupp's most recent solo show, Fibber in the Heat.
Gently embarking upon his whimsical tale, the pompous yet endearing actor/comedian tells of his amusing journey from Balamory's Archie to fraudulent Cricket reporter. Cashing in on some tenuous contacts, he manages to blag his way onto the England's 2006 tour of India. Whilst more story than stand-up, Jupp eloquently captures the audience as he smoothly dictates the comical throws involved in his position amidst England's journalistic squad.
Eventually managing to gain the all elusive "press pass", he speaks of both his longing for acceptance amongst the hostile journalistic clique that surround him, and of his constant fear of discovery. Whilst befriending his childhood heroes-come-commentators leads to a dramatic elevation of social status that ensures his place amongst the pride, he finds that his long sought acceptance isn't as sweet tasting as hoped. Finding the journalistic lifestyle somewhat clinical and solitary, he concludes that his place is amongst the throngs of caterwauling fans, and not in the quite confines of the passion sapping, overly sunny press box.
Overall, Miles Jupp's novel tale is a transfixing affair, and whilst told in a vastly different fashion to his more renowned stand-up, the gentle comedy provides the audience with a fantastic feeling of contentedness that is certain to leave any person with a smile on their face.
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