You are at an imaginary party. Sorry, but it is full of comedians. There is: the one with the big hair. There is: the one who does funny voices, for every anecdote. There is: the one who is at the party as part of a performance art piece, all wire and paper mâché. One has a hand inside a dirty-mouthed puppet. A man is dressed as a woman. Another man is 'noticing things'. And, in the corner in plaid, there is Luke McGregor.
Luke McGregor is one of those comedians who has channelled 'being nervous' into an artform. He is professionally nervous. His job is to worry about things so hard he can talk about it on stage for 45-to-60 delightful minutes. Dogs, women, stuff like that. Lifts, being shouted at out of cars, high fiving people. You name it, he has worried about it.
And he is very good at it. He is very good at worrying about things and then telling you about those things in a way that makes you worry too, that makes you walk out of the Soho Theatre basement thinking, 'Am I blinking too much?' or 'Am I breathing out through my nose and in through my mouth?' or 'Will I die, alone and unloved?'. He gets inside your head and does a little Australian dance in it. And it is good. If you're into that, he's at the Soho Theatre until 17 August.
Luke McGregor: My Soulmate is Out of My League runs at Soho Theatre, Dean Street W1, until 17 August. Tickets £15 / £12.50. Londonist saw this performance with a complimentary press ticket.