So Saturday, I already mentioned seeing Tim teching before the tent opened so let’s move on to the acts.

I wasn’t overwhelmed by the first two acts. Dan Atkinson I’d seen before at last year’s Fringe and he left me as underwhelmed as he did back then and Carey Marx was a bit too gimicky for me in that he had a teddy bear that he’d bring out if the joke was OTT to sooth the audience.  Not impressed by either of them but it was alright cos Tim was on next.

Tim had a similar set to what he did at Ealing but also included Peace Anthem and a new song, Racism/Racist/Prejudice/Taboo (it’s only called one of these but it depends where and when you saw him perform it), which is brilliantly clever but I’m not gonna mention anything else lest I spoil it.

The next section was one of the stronger ones,kicking off with Scott Capurro who I was a bit iffy about having disliked him on Comedy Cuts but he didn’t turn out to be so bad. I’d have to see him again to make a proper judgment on him I think.

Jon Richardson was next and did his normal Jon stuff but strangely he was very smiley, which is unusual considering he’s so grumpy, but still, enjoyable unlike Bill Bailey who, like last time, was disappointing and upstaged again by Tim.

Nothing much really worth mentioning before Rich Hall apart from Jeremy Hardy, who I found truly interesting as I did last time I saw him. He really is fascinating to listen to. Rich was also fascinating in the way he interacted with the audience, threatening to keep talking until we’d all one-by-one left the tent. He’s brilliant when he wanders off script, unlike some comedians who just flounder, but I guess he’s had the practice.

Sunday now and for the first time I’ll mention the MC as it was our friend Rufus Hound, who has become something of a symbol for that weekend. I would say he was enjoyable but it was essentially the same jokes we’d heard on the Wednesday though he did reel out some one-liners as to how middle-class the festival was but he did seem a bit peeved when Ross Noble’s got more of a laugh than his did.

The first section of Sunday was pure comedy genius. Russell Kane was on first who I’ve totally fallen in love with. I can’t quite describe what it is about him as this was a while ago now but I’ll fill you in if I go see him at the Fringe.

Improv was next with Phill Jupitus and the Comedy Store Players, which, despite the last improv show I saw being decidedly average, was hilarious. Ok, so the games were direct from Whose Line but that didn’t stop it being good, silly fun.

Nothing else particularly worth mentioning really. Andrew awrence was good; Frankie Boyle got heckled with the line, “I’ve heard this one before,” which is one of the reasons I disappeared before he came on; Milton Jones was refreshing with his brilliant one-liners; Otis Lee Crenshaw was great, as was to be expected; Stewart Lee was dull and spent most of his set reading a record sleeve; Hans Teeuwun got booed off stage as his style of absurd comedy didn’t go down to well and Omid Djalili wasn’t best suited to close the whole thing at all.

I went to the literary tent after Omid to see Dave Gorman and caught some authors reading from their books, whih was very pleasant and something I’d like to do more of next time. I particularly enjoyed Joe Dunthorne reading from his debut novel, Submarine and I’ve made a mental note to buy it at some point.

Dave Gorman was word for word perfect with what I saw him do at the book reading apart from the FAQ at the end but it was still enjoyable, especially his put-downs to the heckler who wanted everyone inside the tent to stand up as it was raining outside.

Hooray. That’s pretty much my Latitude this year. Roll on next year!