Rob Deering is a comedian who I have a lot of respect for, it’s just a pity that the bunch of drunken… let’s be polite and call the idiots, in the balcony of Cave One didn’t. Talking away through out his set at a loud level it spoiled for all, but especially Rob,in what should have been an excellent show. This cheeky chappy with a wicked sense of humour and no mean guitar talent is such a nice guy he didn’t deserve to be treated as he was by these people. The show consisted of some very funny comedy material interspersed with Deering with his guitar and live looping machinery recreating classic music in from of our very eyes, oh and numerous requests for the gallery to shut up! The drum kit on stage for the duration was unused, until he recruited an assistant for the finale, as a call-back to some earlier material which includes such things as hen nights FHM jokes list, the weather and of course boobs, well it is the title of his show. I really would have liked to see him minus the gallery as I feel we didn’t see him at his best, however it was still well worth seeing. ***