Captured from a distance with the old camera phone while security wasn't watching, Eddie Izzard about to take flight on yet another elaborate tangent. I love this man. I love this style of comedy. So what if there was old material cropping up, I don't care. He can do it all again, over and over, it bothers me not. Jam, Darwin, flies, Nuns, wasps, chickens, Mohammad, French, German, God, intelligent design and the Romans. The man's a genius. It's good to see him on stage where he belongs. Not poncing about with Clooney n' co, not doing a bad American accent. Not on screen. Film is not this man's medium, I wish he'd just accept it and come back home to the London that loves him.
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