Today I went along with pals on one final Fringe outing: a comedian named Benji Waterstones whose niche springs from his other job as an NHS psychiatrist. What better source of entertainment for the mad posse, eh? The jokes relied heavily on good old British self-deprecation but inevitably they also mined the endlessly amusing content of his patients' lives. Coated in sympathy for their troubles, brandishing his compassion like a certificate for perfect attendance, Waterstones essentially spent the hour defending his position as enforcer of the status quo. Any qualms his conscience offered were squashed with the righteousness of his profession.
I just work here
I just work here
I just work here
Today I went along with pals on one final Fringe outing: a comedian named Benji Waterstones whose niche springs from his other job as an NHS psychiatrist. What better source of entertainment for the mad posse, eh? The jokes relied heavily on good old British self-deprecation but inevitably they also mined the endlessly amusing content of his patients' lives. Coated in sympathy for their troubles, brandishing his compassion like a certificate for perfect attendance, Waterstones essentially spent the hour defending his position as enforcer of the status quo. Any qualms his conscience offered were squashed with the righteousness of his profession.