James Acaster

James Acaster returns to the Comedy Festival with an hour of absolutely charming silliness.

His new show is loosely structured around Acaster excitedly being selected for jury duty. Acaster flies off at tangents, telling quaint and always odd stories. He plays a slightly naive, whimsical version of himself and voices a delightfully eccentric view of the world. He recounts his time as part of one the most non-threatening London street gangs, his less than Lothario-like ways on a night out and his dealings with the other characters on the jury (most memorably, Lucas: the hype-man for a log flume). His interaction with the audience and his surrounds lead to moments of seemingly improvised glory. A totally joyous work.