Hogg is an a-peeling storyteller who mercilessly roasts himself under low heat.

By Ben Blyth

On a warm day, you could be forgiven for arriving at Jimmy Hogg: The Potato King already lightly boiled. It is well worth it, however, as this show is certainly no spud. Hogg is an a-peeling storyteller who mercilessly roasts himself under a low heat during a highly entertaining hour with this unflinching look at a life spent looking for love. A master of the callback, Hogg reels off a litany of complex and layered anecdotes at break-neck speed, perfectly justifying his comparison with Rik Mayall, whisked together with a lightness of touch reminiscent of a young Stewart Lee. And if you feel like I’m mashing my metaphors with this review, you will just have to scallop over Mill Creek and check out The Potato King in his own patch yourself!

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