Steve Coogan jokingly refers to these shows as a ‘’90’s revival tour’. But this 2009 trip to Australia is a little more than that. Weirdly, Coogan has never played in Oz before so the trip is something of a punt, taking in reasonably small venues and offering a surprising sense of lo-fi make do and mend.
Have catchphrase, will travel, though. It’s not long before autograph hunters are exhorting him to ‘enjoy Linton travel tavern’ and asking for ‘Cock Piss Partridge’ to be written on their programmes. It’s an intimate portrait, but Coogan still seems somewhat unknowable: simultaneously needy and oddly distant. The film concludes tomorrow night with hecklers and a spot of disillusion. Not essential but, with ‘Alpha Papa’ fever rampant, perfectly timed.