Synopsis:
''Bishop Ozel W. Johnson, a figure reminiscent of Reverend Ike, awards a clock radio to the sister who has made the largest contribution toward his trip to the Holy Land-Townsend Brewster, News-letter of the Harlem Cultural Council, vol. 2, no. 11. Beware of shows that come with an exclamation mark. They are either advertising their shock value or compensating for some inbuilt deficiency. While Nadim Sawalha's 60-minute monologue about Mohammed Al Fayed's battle for a British passport is intermittently funny, it neither tells you much about the supposed exclusiveness of the British Establishment nor about the plight of immigrants in general. Sawalha's show rests on two jokes, to which the law of diminishing returns applies. One depends on Al Fayed's attempt to integrate himself into British life, which yields one good line when he claims: "Last night I was having a pint with the Archbishop of Canterbury." By the time he is buttonholing the Duke of Edinburgh, however, the joke has worn thin. The other running gag concerns Al Fayed's misuse of the English language, on the lines of "That's the way the cuckoo crumbles." But there is something deeply condescending about this harping on his gaffes. " The Guardian
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