Martin Davis
Looking like some bizarre marionette tug-of-love struggle between Gerry and Sylvia Anderson, Martin Davis skids and bounces across the stage, strung up and tugged around by unknown forces, firing off a relentless rapid-fire assault that hits every corner of the room and kills 100% of all known hecklers stone dead. Going where mere joke-tellers fear to tread with his characteristic kamikaze bravado ("Go on, heckle me") he walks the razor edge of audience participation, daring them to pick him off it.
His skill in warming up the chilliest rooms and turning the stoniest punters into soft putty in his hands makes Martin Davis the comic's favourite compere. With enough nervous energy to power a small city, Martin is the Jolt Cola of the circuit. Consumer advice would read: connect up the microphone, shout "Clear!" and stand well back!
"hilarious … Davis whisks inconsequential exchanges into an electrified atmosphere … he makes it looks so easy” - Chortle
