James Malcolm has mastered the art of saying Thank You. When to say it, how to say it; every time he says it we have to laugh!

This endearingly adorable Suzanne Paul fan has us from his opening rap to the wrap of his act. The title of the show is Fameless and this is not entirely true – thanks to not recognising Nick Cave at an airport in January last year, he had a burst of internationally viral fame.

Of course, the point is this is not really fame; it is neither earned nor always appreciated, although Malcolm is basically as much of a slut about fame as he is about Disney World workers, so the layers of irony in all of this are entertaining to say the least. 

What I really like about James Malcolm is that he has a level of self-awareness and self-deprecation that makes all the talk about sex universally funny. So long as you’re up for some pretty graphic details that is. As someone from the previous generation or even the one before, I am surprised and delighted by how digestible millennial self-involvement can be when delivered by a real talent. Hmm, that sounds like a back handed compliment, but it suits the tone of his humour.

And relatable! It’s amazing how much one can have in common when the kit is off and there’s a job to be done. Ahem.

But it’s not all about sex – it’s about all the crazy stuff that has really happened to him. Truth is stranger than fiction but it also has that ring of credibility that makes these bizarre situations even funnier. The art of comedy is in delivery and Malcolm certainly delivers the art of comedy. 

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