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"There's Plenty of Danny..." |
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Welcome on board the Danny train. This is the Kitson we all know and love. The spekky, stuttering "spaz" (his own words) with a fine line in ad-libbing, self-deprecation and an extensive vocabulary of rude words. Until now. "In the last few months I've been thinking, I don't want to do sort of cock and arse stuff all the time. I want to do stuff which I think about. I think it's probably a phase which all comedians go through. 'I don't want to say cock any more, I want to say sublimation.'"
Phase or not, Daniel is heading down a whole new avenue, and it's one that he's quite excited about. "I like doing stuff which people don't reasonably expect me to do," he says with his characteristic cheeky grin. "This sounds really pretentious, but I had to let myself not do as well as I had been doing to get to do the sort of stuff that I wanted to be doing… you have to take a step back from it if you want to refind the right path." He grimaces apologetically. "When I said that to [Alan] Cochrane, he took the piss out of me for about a fortnight." His website also reflects this change, warning in the introduction of a "slower, more thoughtful and whimsical pace" to his new one-man shows. "Obviously", it adds, "I still say the word cock. So don't panic."
Moving on from that, Daniel was a finalist in the 1995 BBC Open Mic Award (which was won that year by Julian Barratt). His assured, relaxed performance on the night caused host Barry Cryer to announce "I felt sick". He went on to win the 1998 Hackney Empire New Act of the Year Award, and hasn't looked back since. His career path, he says, was inevitable. "I didn't feel that I had to do anything specific to make it happen, I just knew it would happen." So, it was fate then? He laughs. "Yes, I think it's in the stars that Daniel Kitson will spread mirth through the world with his charming use of vulgar vocabulary," he says, warming to his theme. "I'm just a comic genius. I didn't chose to be a comic genius, it's just a gift. When you're a comic genius, you don't ask why am I a comic genius, you say I'm a fucking comic genius." He is then lost in a fit of giggles.
But for all the false bravado, he has his feet firmly on the ground. We bring up the topic of the Perrier Award, and he is quick to dismiss the hype that is already building around his Edinburgh show. "I'm quite defiantly not bothered about it. It's dangerous. People keep saying I'm going to win, so then you start looking at who is going up and thinking, right, who is it between? But that's just nonsense, really. I don't believe it." We ask him to give us some good reasons to go and see the show. "I dunno. It'd be quite funny… I hate that. My automatic inclination is to tell people not to come, because then if people come it means that people actually want to come." This is a philosophy he also applied to his flyering techniques in 1999. Walking past me in the courtyard of the Pleasance, he almost apologetically handed me a flyer for the show and then turned away saying "I wouldn't bother going if I were you, love."
That year he appeared in two shows, along with regular appearances at Late N Live. As well as appearing alongside Andrew Maxwell and Trevor Lock in 'The Number One Show' (a show that garnered very mediocre reviews, as, say Daniel, they were all "comedically opposed to each other"), he brought The Monkey Touchers with Lee Canterbury. Performing in the back of a moving lorry, the show attracted small but healthy audience numbers, but one night in particular stands out for him. Watching from behind a curtain as the audience file in to the van, he was stunned to see a full special needs class, complete with their carers, fill up the seats. "At the start of the show, we had this announcement which Lee did over the microphone: "In tonight's show, the parts of 'cock', 'piss' and 'twat' will be played by…" and we could normally tell if it was going to be a fun gig by their reaction to that. If we heard people tutting, then it was going to be hard work, and if people were having a bit of a giggle then it would be quite good fun. And Lee said the word 'cock', and they went ballistic! And we went Wa-hey-hey! Our kind of crowd! Dirty minded Downs Syndrome people! Bring 'em on! We've found our level!"