Elbowskin Comedy Degustation @ The Courthouse Hotel

A most resplendent evening of live music(al comedy) was enjoyed by all present at Elbowskin’s Comedy Degustation (Courthouse Hotel, 86-90 Errol Street, North Melbourne). The comedy degustation is a format invented by Elbowskin that incorporates fine food and fine wine with performances by some of Melbourne's best comedians, all punctuated with wine puns so hilariously bad that even your Dad probably wouldn't repeat them at a dinner party.


As always, Elbowskin delivered a great show with their sparkling comedy, witty banter and ability to make you picture what your mum’s clitoris would look like if it dropped off onto the floor and rolled slowly towards your foot. Elbowskin were joined on stage by Danny McGinlay, Sammy J and Geraldine Hickey, all excellent comedians who had the audience in stitches at all three levels of alcoholic intoxication ('sober', 'a bit pissy' and ‘I'm Charlie Murray the night before an interstate flight that she hasn’t even packed for yet and still hasn't washed those sheets she’d been meaning to wash and holy fucking shit that bloke she likes is flying in from Perth on Friday and he'll be sleeping on a mattress protector at this rate’).


Sammy J’s ‘Driving Song’ was a highlight for me, along with Elbowskin’s ‘Song for Mum’ and McGinlay’s impersonation of Bear Grylls hoping the piano on stage doesn’t suddenly spring to life and attack him. I'm also pretty sure that everything Geraldine Hickey said was fucking hilarious - I don't care how drunk I was. A late appearance from Barry Rossa certainly added a touch of class to the evening.


All in all the Comedy Degustation is great evening that will almost certainly result in a McDonald's drive through run at 11PM once you’ve realised that you’ve only had four morsels of food to dampen the eighteen standard drinks you’ve just consumed. The morsels just happen to be lovingly prepared by the excellent kitchen at the Courthouse, so don't you go complaining about small servings - this is a degustation after all, and they gave you four glasses of wine and four comedy acts too, and maybe you should have ordered some chips in the bar before you went in or something, so stop whinging you fat stupid cuntfaced cunt.


The evening was drawn to a most splendid close when Chris Judd won the Brownlow, resulting in much front bar revelry for us all. I mean, have you seen that bloke wearing a towel?


He did it once on the telly.


SERIOUSLY.



Please find below a photo of Elbowskin on stage after paying homage to their mums. Note: I do not have any Hipsterdouchebag-o-matic applications on my iPhone camera, so I just photoshopped the picture below to make it look like it was 1972.