Tony Law frenetically bounces around the stage for an hour of delightful chaos.
Dressed in a black Lycra onesie with nonsensical bits of ribbon falling off, he looks every part the wild clown as he spouts all manner of nonsense. He has the voice and body of the loud brash Canadian that he is, but is also charmingly self-effacing and vulnerable. In between moments of badly practicing the trombone and dancing with Olympic awkwardness he explains his eerily intimate history of relationships with dying animals. This culminates in him having to explain death to his children as their sausage dog dies in his arms. A heart-warming and very fun hour of alternative stand-up.
