one4review | On 13, Aug 2025

Joe Kent Walters’ white-face creation, Frankie Munro, the MC of the
Misty Moon Working Men’s Club, never fails to whip up a storm of mirth –
and tonight, we are again happily caught up in it.

This time, we meet Frankie in hell, where he greets us like any good
club compère: flinging sweeties, announcing the bar (tragically he
explains only serving Fosters), and cheekily helping himself to drinks
from the front row in the manner of a certain Johnny Vegas in his Late
’n’ Live days. He styles himself the entertainment officer, claiming to
be similar to one at a Pontin’s holiday camp.

He archly drops in that he’s rubbing shoulders in damnation with Ozzy,
Keith Chegwin and Chas, though Dave has yet to arrive.

But Frankie’s got bigger worries because since his recent death, Vegas
Dave has taken over the Misty Moon, threatening its proud heritage of
egg-and-crisp snacks and Worthington’s on tap, with dangerous
innovations.  The club must be saved and, amid audience-led choruses of
Sex Bomb, fate intervenes.

The entire time it has been pure romping chaos: gleefully anarchic,
joyous and deliciously silly, with the crowd all too ready to join in.
Frankie’s hell is our heaven.

*****

Reviewed by HJ

Monkey Barrel

Various Venues and times

Until 24 Aug