At the start of this show Billy Watson talks about cocks and pubes and soon moves on to describe a tedious pursuit of pussy, which would presumably not be half as tedious if he ever realised that "pussy" is typically part of a human being. I looked on in envy as a couple left early in the show.
He talks of his early girlfriends, with such choice statements as "I waited until her sixteenth birthday before I penetrated her" and "I put her on the pill" as if these women weren't people in their own right who could make decisions about what happens to them.
He manages to be a little bit funny when he lays off the misogyny to explain why you can't learn to play the guitar when you're on LSD, but returns all too soon to tell us about his failed marriage. While it is not impossible to relate your wife's mental health issues in stand-up, Watson manages to be neither funny nor sensitive. He pats himself on the back for not leaving her while she is ill, but spends a fortune on adult chat lines.
He also veers into racism (because obviously only offending women would not be sufficient) asserting that 90% of Turks are retards because they can't speak English and more than half of Americans are on anti-depressants. He returns to his favourite theme when he has the epiphany that the world would be a better place if "birds" would just "let us fuck them more".
There were some men in the audience who laughed, but this show is a sad demonstration that there are still people who regard women as fucktoys and little else, objects that are disappointingly high maintenance when they malfunction. My advice to Mr Watson is to stay away from women if he dislikes them so much and my advice to potential audience members is to give this show a wide berth.
