It's never a bad idea to date a pianist. They can count, know how to keep rhythm and are capable of working magic with their fingers. You'd assume pianists wouldn't struggle to find dates then. But cabaret artist and piano player Mister Meredith is having some troubles on that front.
He takes the audience on a date full of songs and incoherent babbling so we can experience his misfortunes in the world of gay hookups. It doesn't take long to realise why things never work out. He has some clever lyrics here and there, and his 'Dalek Song' will resonate with fans of Doctor Who. But despite the occasionally impressive wordplay, Meredith leaves the unfortunate impression of a six-year-old who gets the giggles when he mentions pee and poo, crossed with an oversexed teenager.
If a translation of 'Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien' into a song about piss and vibrators is your thing, then this is your show. Meredith tickles the ivories with skill, but singing seems an effort, sometimes to the point that he loses focus on his playing entirely. His self-deprecation never feels sincere and he repeats the same joke about being 'bottom', 'versatile' or 'top'—positions for gay male sex, dontcha know—three times. It's never a bad idea to date a pianist. Except maybe this one.