Pitch black. Elton's 'Rocketman' bellows through the speakers when Lawrence himself materialises. The audience, excitedly chanting along as we amend the classic's chorus - to "I'm a moonman". After Lawrence's grand entrance, transitioning to peddling a "bike". Filling us in, about his recent bike accident while cycling through Prahran. Oh, why was he 'reduced' to riding a bike? Only cos he got clocked doing 170km/hr!
c/o Melbourne International Comedy Festival
As we enter this 'joyride' with chauffeur Lawrence, we're rewarded with a follow-up anecdote from recent times; a sequel, about his post-speed camera legal proceedings. During which, the young lady beside me totally lost her s..t, and it was not long till everyone else did too. An impersonation of the judge and a reenactment of his own diplomatically-intimidated courtroom gaze/squint. But then, a heartwarming conclusion to this episode - as Lawrence's embittered online searches on this fine, upstanding judge prompted a sobering self-realisation.
c/o Lawrence Mooney
Lawrence also roasted his mum. But given she's just as nonchalant, her elderly antics were absolutely priceless. For instance, her prolonged mastication and reckless reversing. But in particular, she and Lawrence were quietly watching telly. When commenting, if Lawrence's deceased father'd ever laid a finger, she'd've tipped the kettle on his snoring cakehole. Cryptic message of this confession, funniest aspect of all.
c/o Lawrence Mooney
Lawrence's collection of narratives and inner cravings was hilarious. From the losers at driver's ed' school, to the limitations of bicycling (ie. difficult to pick one's nose), the veteran comic triggered laughing seizures. His unrestricted self-deprecation, to the point of self-condemnation was comedic mastery. But what also hit goals was his unshrinking impersonations - those enunciations of Malcolm Turnbull, unintelligible mutterings of Jacqui Lambie, front-teeth chewers at driver's ed'; Lawrence Mooney's Moonman induced the deepest of belly laughs.