audience can provide. but straight stand-up is not his bag. Instead. he‘s ‘reinventing the variety show‘ with all-singing. all-dancing extravaganza including a ten piece band. (‘oogan takes centre-stage as five of his stable of characters: Alan Partridge. Paul/Pauline Calf. crooning Portuguese lothario Tony I’errino. rookie stand—up Duncan Thickett and jumped-up safety officer lirnest Moss.
The inclusion of Tony l"errino reeks of a deliberate two-fingers to critics who hailed the character as (‘oogan's first flop. Perhaps justifiably protective of his comic babies. he goes on the defensive. The reviews of the programme were. in the main. very positive. he says.
‘I got the idea for l‘errino after watching a documentary on Julio lglesias.‘ he admits. ‘l've made him more pleasant and less misogynistic for the tour. but he‘s still a sexist shit.‘
So what about his comic inasterpiece‘.’ Will Alan Partridge be getting a third TV series‘.’ ‘lle‘ll probably get something. but you‘ve got to be judicious. All the classic shows only ever had two or three series. In the fiction of it.
'I dare say there are worse people in the world than journalists . . . like fascist dictators in
Colombia.’ Steve Coogan
he‘ll probably get some sort of crummy late night or mid—aftermmn slot. btrt in reality he'll
Seen at Glasgow Royal Concert Hall,Wed 11 Mar admin:
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probably land a prime-time comedy slot.‘
He admits to not caring very much for
journalists. And despite keeping publicity for the tour to a minimum. he‘s still managed to sell out every gig so far. ‘I dare say there are worse people in the world.‘ he concedes. graciously. ‘like fascist dictators in (‘olombiaf
And on that bombshell. he‘s off to reinvent himself again. this time in the role of family man. The kid is crying and the demands of a two-year-old rank well above those of the media scum he's made his name satirising.
Steve Coogan plays Edinburgh Playhouse, Saturday 16 May and Glasgow Royal Concert Hall, Monday 18 8: Tuesday 19 May.
id 28 May r998 rm: lIST15