Four Stars
Why would you pay to hear stories of crummy jobs and vacations gone awry when you friends would gladly regale you with such tales if you used that ten-spot to buy them a round at the beer gardens? The simple answer is that TJ Dawe is probably funnier than most of your friends and is definitely less likely to puke on your shoes afterwards. His exploits pouring pints in a dingy English resort have a tendency to go rambling off on tangents concerning the foibles of those wacky Brits before doubling and tripling back on themselves, but he stumbles into guffaws every step of the way. Go see him; heck, treat your lager-lout friends. Bonus points for the bizarrely informative handbill.
Adam Houston
See Magazine
August 21-27, 2003
