Ivo Graham: Live From The Bloomsbury Theatre

Lockdown is over, the boy is back in town: after two years of global/domestic chaos, Ivo blasts through his most urgent concerns of the early 2020s, plus a few from the late 1990s, in a critically acclaimed show ("mastering his craft with motormouthed finesse...if self-deprecation were a sport, Graham would have a gold medal round his neck": The Times), beautifully filmed in London at the end of his "My Future, My Clutter" UK tour, with a freshly ironed shirt, a handful of schoolboy stories and a really quite outlandish amount of lamps on the stage. Lockdown is over, the boy is back in town: after two years of global/domestic chaos, Ivo blasts through his most urgent concerns of the early 2020s, plus a few from the late 1990s, in a critically acclaimed show ("mastering his craft with motormouthed finesse...if self-deprecation were a sport, Graham would have a gold medal round his neck": The Times), beautifully filmed in London at the end of his "My Future, My Clutter" UK tour, with a freshly ironed shirt, a handful of schoolboy stories and a really quite outlandish amount of lamps on the stage. Lockdown is over, the boy is back in town: after two years of global/domestic chaos, Ivo blasts through his most urgent concerns of the early 2020s, plus a few from the late 1990s, in a critically acclaimed show ("mastering his craft with motormouthed finesse...if self-deprecation were a sport, Graham would have a gold medal round his neck": The Times), beautifully filmed in London at the end of his "My Future, My Clutter" UK tour, with a freshly ironed shirt, a handful of schoolboy stories and a really quite outlandish amount of lamps on the stage. Lockdown is over, the boy is back in town: after two years of global/domestic chaos, Ivo blasts through his most urgent concerns of the early 2020s, plus a few from the late 1990s, in a critically acclaimed show ("mastering his craft with motormouthed finesse...if self-deprecation were a sport, Graham would have a gold medal round his neck": The Times), beautifully filmed in London at the end of his "My Future, My Clutter" UK tour, with a freshly ironed shirt, a handful of schoolboy stories and a really quite outlandish amount of lamps on the stage.