Carl Barron: Drinking With A Fork

A disruption of inherent sense.

No, it’s not trying to figure out how to buy a certain amount of mandarins from Woolworths and being faced with an indolent self-service machine.

This will make you laugh as opposed to making you feel capable of murder.

This is Carl Barron.

There are no loud noises, there are no jokes about genitalia.

Unless that genitalia pertains to a comment about the strangeness of the way in which strawberries are priced these days.

This comedian is about soft misdirection.

A bald coconut amidst a series of hairy melons.

We’ve tried.

He can do it better.