When you go to see a Nutty Noah show, you’re laughing before you even set eyes on him: his Astro-turfed transit with the registration plate “POO4 TWO” parked on the seafront outside Weston’s Tropicana Theatre is enough to get our family party of four giggling away.
Noah is a Weston boy. We went to the same secondary school, a year apart. I’ve sat on a sofa and presented our old WsMum chat show with him, wet myself at his musical boobaphone invention, and seen him perform at a few kids’ parties but, surprisingly, this is the first time I’ve ever been to one of his theatre shows.
Noah is silly in the extreme, with enough infantile humour to delight our 10 and 11 year olds and to have me and Mark, the 48 year old dad by my side, laughing out loud throughout most of the show. Lots of pants and poo. Perfect. The 4 and 5 year olds love him too: no-one is too young or old for Nutty’s blend of fun magic and wicked sense of humour.
But don’t take my word for it. Here’s what our daughters said:
“It was fun how he incorporated the audience into his performance and how he found something funny to say to the kids who asked questions. His magic tricks were good though some went wrong … LOL!
“I loved his music playing – it was so clever …. sooo good how he talked about the same thing throughout the show, like poo-tato; I laughed so much.
“It was funny when he put the mask on someone’s dad and made him sing.
“The only bad thing was the heating …IT WAS COLD LIKE A FREEZER!”
Yeah the heating was broken, not ideal in late December, but Nutty Noah warmed us up beautifully. A clever man with a definite edge.
Thanks Nutty Noah. Come back to the Trop again soon. We love you ❤
Check out Nutty Noah’s website