What if the world’s not ending, it’s just having an allergic reaction to itself?
Step into the wings of the Apollo Theatre with Reggie Porter, the most dangerous man in British comedy (according to Zara, his manager, and possibly MI5). With a biro, a Greggs leaflet, and six pages of forbidden insight, Reggie isn’t just doing a set, he’s detonating sacred cows one punchline at a time.
From gay frogs to £6 cheddar, from God to oat milk, The Gig is not a short story, not a manifesto, and definitely not safe for anyone still clinging to certainty. It’s a stand-up sermon. A comic exorcism. A glorious breakdown in front of a live audience, who may or may not deserve it.
Sharpened with rage, tenderness, and just enough philosophical napalm to upset your uncle’s Facebook group, this book is a love letter to truth, and a threat to anyone still pretending they know what the hell is going on.
It’s not a routine. It’s a reckoning. And you’re already seated. For the funniest and most essential night of comedy you’ve never heard.