I got the slightest glance of Matt Lucas’ new show Pompidou last night. Not knowing what it was, but fearing it might be a pisstake of a guy with learning disabilities, I thought I better examine further. I just gave it a watch and, although I was unsure I liked it at first, I now see it as a work of genius. A comment on class, it is a comedy about an aristocratic gentleman fallen on hard times. The interesting thing is, there is barely any dialogue in the show; the piece is played out through mime and intonations which sound like words but aren’t quite. I was reminded a lot of silent film, of chaplin. But it is also truly, truly bizarre: dare I say it, it is almost Pythonesque in it’s randomness and logic. By the end I loved it, ad now greatly anticipate episode two.