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Broccan Tyzack-Carlin – Don’t Bother: A Review

Bunbury Magazine – ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Don’t Bother may seem like a strange title for a show, the first full show a performer is undertaking, almost as if Broccan is challenging the audience not to come. For those that may have fallen at the first hurdle, or done as they are told, what they missed was an hour of comedic poetry, or poetic comedy, delivered by a performer who may be at the start of his career but was at the top of his game.

I have seen Broccan perform many times, as an open-micer and headliner, at various poetry nights in the Manchester area. Each time, he has presented poetry totally different to the political, personal, nostalgia-driven – not to say phenomenal – norm. From poems about the Queen in panto, absurdist logical conclusions derived from outdated t-shirt slogans to pigeons, Broccan has a sharp focus on the comedic gravitas, with a delivery and talent for subverting the forms of what is expected akin to Stewart Lee. And normally I detest describing one performer in terms of another but there is no way I can convey what was experienced in that room at the King’s Arms in Salford that night.

It was a delight to see Broccan stitch everything I had seen previously together into a narrative. In reality, Broccan’s call to ‘Don’t Bother’ is in the face of trying to find an overarching narrative, a series of interconnected themes that weave through the set. I have sat with tables, Venn diagrams, pundits in search of a narrative. There is one there, but I’m sure as hell not going to give it away in this review.

This is a set that has been wonderfully constructed, the introduction of each poem being very clearly defined and well-performed, building and subverting the expectations of what is to come. This is not your typical poetry, and I will bang that drum til the cows have got up for work the next day. The set is interspersed with sections about human endeavour, in the context of Neil Armstrong, this narrative building beautifully to its own, and the show’s, denouement.

As much as I can talk about the excellent wordsmithery, the intelligence of the writing, the variation of moods and atmospheres blended seamlessly together through the entire hour, honestly, my favourite part was the fact Broccan wore the same outfit for performing as he wore on the poster. As some of you may know, I have seen and reviewed literally hundreds of shows of all types in the last five years, and that is the first time I have seen that.

Ignore the title of the show, Do Bother. And buy the man a pint after the show, unless he’s doing Dry January, in which case buy him two.

Broccan Tyzack-Carlin – Don’t Bother

King’s Arms, Salford – 24/11/18

Another performance at LEAF, Portland Street, Manchester

18/01/19, 1930

For info and tickets, https://www.facebook.com/events/973503269505477/

David Lee Morgan – The River Was a God: A Review

Bunbury Magazine – 

David Lee Morgan presents an hour of spoken word, a fantastic blend of poetry and soundscapes with a deeply atmospheric feel for the Americana – from the very beginning David’s performance has the ambience of an open-top car-ride against a burnt orange sunset.

This is an hour of poetry about bringing power to the powerless. These are poems about evolution and revolution, beautifully constructed for a balance of depth of imagery and pace of narrative, each one matched with music that adds new layers and sweeps the audience away with David as he explores these themes.

David is a very engaging performer, taking the time to put his messages across both with the poetry itself and in the spaces between. He has a great charm that makes this hard-hitting and risk-taking poetry a safe space in which reflection can take place.

David also performed excerpts from his other show, The Other Side of The Flood, the last performance of which is on 22nd August, at Banshee Labyrinth at 1620. For a great blend of of spoken word, soundscaping and musical theatre, both shows cannot be missed.

Written by Christopher Moriarty

David Lee Morgan – The River Was a God

Banshee Labyrinth, 1620

Part of PBH Free Fringe

4th – 26th August (except Wednesdays)

The Bunbury Speaks Podcast Episode 2


Here we are again on our own…

Only we’re not on our own are we lovely listeners, because you’re here.

This time we bring you an interview so electric even the weather joined in!  we has a thunder storm right the way through most of it and editor Keri loved every minute of it.
In this episode we discuss education, Shakespeare, trouser rippage, running, pies, chicken nuggets and the answer to the most important question on the Bunbury team’s mind and one that has burned through the ages;
What Paul’s zombie apocalypse plan is.
All this and more!

Below you’ll find all of the links we talked about in the show.

You can see Paul’s work and get in touch with him via Facebook at
We really do advise that you check him out. He’s a lovely guy and his poetry books are well worth investing in.

Speaking of which, here’s a link to his shop http://thedramastudio.org.uk/shop/ on his website, http://thedramastudio.org.uk/#
There are loads of things to discover so do visit and take a gander and keep up to date with his blog!

One of the things we talk about is a wonderful coincidence which not only went viral but made it to the paper.
Read more here because it’s a brilliant story.

Finally, as mentioned above, we spoke about Paul’s passion for running. He runs for charity a lot and has a just giving page. His next run is for the cancer charity Macmillan. Please give what you can. It will be much appreciated by us an him.

As always the music was by the brilliant Midlane, click on his face below for more!
It was produced by Keri Moriarty for the internet.

Liked this podcast? Want to help Bunbury carry on bringing you wonderful entertainment? Please hit the donate link below and give what you can. We love what we do and hope you love it too.
Thank you.

Donate to The Bunbury Speaks

Rosie Fleeshman – Narcissist In The Mirror. Review


Bunbury Magazine: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This show is filled with excellent full belly laugh humour and a sense of mischief from the off. Rosie works the crowd so well and has the audience hanging off her every word.
There is a sort of, poised chaos to the performance which intensifies the further in we get but it is shot through with warmth.
The use of silence is just as effective and needed as Fleeshman’s spoken word which itself incorporates surprising language usage which trips off her tongue effortlessly.
The piece encompasses what spoken word should be about.
It is brave, charged with emotion and inspiring and is topped off with a very unique voice that suits the tone and writing down to the ground. Close your eyes and you can hear her facial expressions and feel every word.
Narcissist In The Mirror leaves you wanting more and is one of the most beautiful ways to spend time with what I would class as a perfect ending.
If you haven’t seen it, you’re doing yourself a disservice.


Gary From Leeds – Garibaldi: A Review

Bunbury Magazine Rating: ★★★★★

Bunbury Fringe Award: Best Show Title

One really nice thing we have found at the Edinburgh Fringe in the last few years is that spoken word is taking more of a centre stage. As much as we love comedy here at Bunbury, we do also love a finely-crafted hour of spoken word.

Garibaldi, in our opinion, straddles both comedy and spoken word in a very clever way.

After some startling statistics on the decline of The Gary, Gary From Leeds spends the next hour performing sharply-written poems in an attempt to ‘Save Gary.’ He references everything from the Andrex Puppies to Giuseppe Garibaldi himself whilst taking the audience on an extraordinary journey through his words.

Gary makes brilliant use of props throughout the show as well – the palm reading is a stroke of genius (we won’t give it away!) as well as utilising music very effectively. One of the highlights is a poem so bereft of hope yet set to the ‘second jauntiest TV theme of all time’ (again, we won’t give it away) that, yes Gary, it did leave the audience with a net depression. And we loved it.

This is spoken word at its finest and funniest.

Garibaldi was performed at Silk in the Upper Room.

Do The Write Thing Meets Transdimensional Space Goats – 28/07/15

What happens when Transdimensional Space Goats Do The Write Thing? Well, you get Do The Write Thing meets Transdimensional Space Goats. Have we said the titles enough? Never! The 28th July saw a very special event at Bar Ten in Bury. TSG, one of the friendliest and most exciting poetry events in Manchester brought their damn excellent vibe to DTWT, Bury’s foremost regular poetry event (that’s how we see ourselves, anyway and dammit, we’re proud of what we do!)

You know the drill by now, we have open mic people giving us flashes of brilliance and headliners drawing our ear-based pleasure out over longer so let’s get to it!

Judgement Dave kicked us off with a brilliant poem he wrote in the shower an hour before he turned up (and how we loved the imagery that put in our minds!), James Whitrow came for the first time with his impassioned rhymes, DTWT regulars Lorraine and Fiona brought some deep, powerful verse to the event, tales of magic knickers and noodle soup (only here can you get two far-flung topics blending together seamlessly) and the last open-micer of the first half was D.G. Jones, who we have not had the pleasure of at our night before but we do hope he comes again!

The first half was wrapped up by one of our favourites – Karen Little. She was an Honorary Goat for the night and, given the amazing amount of support she has given us in all of our endeavours, she has more than earned the title of Honorary Write-Thing-er (awkward title for it? Suggestions on a post-card.) We had the honour of hearing a lot of new pieces from her.

Karen Little
Karen Little

During the break, we like to play a little game. We put little bottles of letters out for everyone to use to make funny phrases, usually on the quite sweary or rude side. This was our favourite of the night, courtesy of Judgement Dave and Joshua Mackle (about whom ye shall hear in a minute.)

Told you it was rude!
Told you it was rude!

The second half kicked off with Space Goat Joshua Mackle, the self-described ‘mouth’ of TSG and from that mouth came some very wonderful and heart-felt poems covering love, loss and everything in between. It was truly a pleasure to have such a great poet delight us with his beautiful pieces.

Joshua Mackle
Joshua Mackle

The open micers for the second half did not disappoint either! Chris Bainbridge, another fantastic regular, brought the topical to the night, Nick Monks came back with some more very nice pieces before new Write-Thing-ers (still not sure about that) Emil and Jan took us on a great walk down memory lane. Jan regaled us with a tale of a trip to Blackpool and Emil talked about his poignant war experiences. The open mic portion was wrapped up by Joe Roberts, with his usual brand of touching prose and Alan Rick gave us the Grimlaut family.

Our final headliner for the night, organiser of TSG, was Space Goat Andrew Lawson. His first poem revealed the meaning behind what a Transdimensional Space Goat is (it is something that we often wonder about!). He brought some new poetry as well as a few of our favourites. He is always a pleasure to have at our events.

At the end of the night, we gave the three Spaces Goats some special presents. A poster of the event signed by everyone who performed on the night and a painting made by the very talented Keri.


All in all, we think it was the best turn-out we’ve had at the event and we just want to thank everyone who turned up, listened, performed and were generally jovial! A massive thanks to Karen, Josh and Drew for coming down. We love these people a lot! You should go to their next event – 13th August at New York New York in Manchester’s Gay Village.

And come to our next event – 15th September. We shall reveal more details later but it’s gonna be a good one again!

The whole thing was hosted by these two lovely people!

Our Fringe 2014 – Part Two

No point messing about, beating around the bush, wasting time, thinking of different ways to say the same thing at the start of part two of our Edinburgh Fringe round-up. Let’s just get straight into who we saw and our thoughts on them.

Though Po did end up somewhere wonderful while we were walking around one day:

Po at Moriarty

I (Christopher ‘Anything-for-a-free-pint’ Moriarty) did try and get a discount but they were having none of it! Anyway, really no more playing games, into the reviews.

Porky the Poet – The Run DMC Award: As soon as Porky walked on stage, we had the feeling we had seen him before but couldn’t quite place it. Regardless, this was one of the true gems of the Free Fringe. His poetry rolled so easily and naturally from his mouth into our ears, particularly the poem about the first gig of Phil…He’s Phil Jupitus! That’s it. Very commendable in his ideas of what the Fringe should be ie. not a money-making machine but an absolute celebration. Get out to see Porky and definitely by his book, ‘Ten Line Fringe.’

Chris Coltrane – The Cadbury’s Award: Lively and energetic, Chris mixes in a cheeky charm to his show, ‘There’s no heroes left except all of us.’ He is very passionate with a touch of self-deprecation. This highly politicised, animated show also takes the audience to the surprisingly fantastic realm of the power-point presentation with wonderful results. This is a man who goes the extra mile with highly engaging and, in parts, unexpected show. One of the smoothest, polished shows we saw.

Cariad Lloyd – The Trooper Award: This ‘Character Hour’ was first billed as Cariad Lloyd and Louise Ford together but, as we found out when Cariad first came onto the stage, Louise has been offered a job in America. As an audience, we thought this was a rouse though assurances were made by Cariad that it was not. We cannot say how the show was with both performers but, in the absence of her co-star, Cariad still shone. She played really well with the audience, particularly during her Jooooooooooooooooooooooooooooey Beschanel character, which perfectly poked fun at the popular show ‘New Girl.’ Other characters included a french street parkour runner and a feminine hygiene disposable bag. All were brilliantly balanced and performed and enough cannot be sad about Cariad’s spirit.

Aidan Killian – The Janus Award: From where I was sat in the audience, when Aidan walked on stage, he was sporting a Jesus-style beard and flowing hair. When he turned to face us all, half of his head was completey shaved. It was astonishing and perfectly summed up the title of the show, ‘Jesus vs Buddha.’ The best-titled show of the Fringe. His was a well-thought and thought-provoking hour of comedy about how the teachings of these two great men still impact on our lives today with an under-current of his own hilarious attempts to mess with debt-collectors. He was easy on stage and fascinating to listen to. He has said that after the Fringe he wants to teach-stand up to activists because he believes laughter can really change the world. Well sad, that man. We salute you.

Dr Sicko’s Comedy Vomit – Walking on the Razor’s Edge Award: Jay Islaam, ‘Dr Sicko’, presents an hour of comedy which was banned from over 100 venues at the Fringe. It did exactly what it set out to do, especially at the end of the show when he created a very uncomfortable but intelligently presented moment for the audience, which I will not put here, but was very commendable.

We also saw a few paid shows…

Andrew Lawrence – A lot of Andrew’s show was about how he feels his career is on the downward curve. If that’s the case, keep going because this was the funniest set we have seen by him. He is always a pleasure to watch and had us in stitches.

Richard Herring – Watching a Richard Herring show always has the feel of seeing someone having the best time ever on stage. If you are a long-time fan, you will know that ‘The Lord of the Dance-Settee.’ is a long-running reference in his work and this show felt like he had finally worked it into something wonderful. We also had a bonus bit of Christian Reilly singing the titular song.

What Does The Title Matter Anyway? – This was not, for legal reasons ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway?’ but, let’s face it, with Clive Anderson hosting a series of hilariously-performed improv games by Greg Proops, Mike McShane, Stephen Thompson and Lee Simpson, it doesn’t really matter. We were also treated to the rare sighting of Paul Merton in his natural habitat: on stage in his pants.

Special mention to Thom Tuck for best flyer of the Fringe: Find him on Twitter @turlygod