NICK SUN – JOYMEAT
Nick Sun's shows fall apart before they've even begun. He's a shambles possessed of keen comic talent but is so suspicious of comedy conventions that watching him ladle out the funnies is like watching someone bench-pressing 100 kilos of custard. A lot of audience members tend to run like hell, but he's developed a committed following (myself included) who find great interest in the way he cobbles together a comedy show quite unlike any other. He has an hour of quality material this year but it's as if there's a part of his brain that constantly questions each of his instincts, so he ends up surprising nobody more than himself. If you haven't seen Sun then you're missing something – you may well hate him (and his best nights are in fact his worst) but he is to comedy what the Fluxus movement was to modern art.