At certain phrases, the heart sinks. "We all love that celebrity stuff, don't we?" says jolly Gina Yashere. Er, no, we don't. How rude Anne Robinson is, how great it would be to be filthy rich - the first half of Yashere's set is a celebration of TV and celebrity culture. If such a thing has to be done, best it be done by somebody as personable as her. But you'd rather it were not done at all.
There's more mileage in Yashere's take on Nigerian culture. We may be in the realm of stereotypes here. And Yashere's presentation of the material is formulaic: she'll joke about x, then joke about a Nigerian version of x. Here is Rolf Harris being amusing on Animal Hospital. But imagine an African Animal Hospital: "De dog is dead." "Is it? OK den, put it in de bin."
It's a simplistic take on the African experience - but it's funny, and it throws our cosseted and complacent lives into welcome relief. In conversation with a bank clerk, one of Yashere's Nigerians struggles to comprehend that, if he defaults on his overdraft, "You don't kill me?!" Here and elsewhere, Yashere's premise is often promising. I'm all for hearing about the lives of British Nigerians, about how someone without citizenship, say, can make a citizen's arrest. Yashere could delve deeper into this material; her infectious cheerfulness will keep the audience onside. At the moment, she is only scraping the surface.
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