The setting was festive, the house was packed and the laughs were loud and plentiful. No, it wasn't the night before Christmas, but the stockings were stuffed and every creature was stirring, including the mouse (you know I really don't know what that thing about the mouse means).

What I do know is that Bootsie's comedy show filled the Last Tee at Ocean View Golf Club to absolute capacity on Saturday night and then proceeded to slay the visiting revellers at3 will.

The show, which was billed as 'R-rated', started sometime around 11 p.m., and delivered a generous portion of top-notch adult comedy. The local acts consisted of Bootsie himself and a debut act who called himself 'Climax'.

The new kid benefited from a surprisingly tolerant crowd, earning some polite chuckles and incredulous gasps, but never really exhibiting any comedic dexterity (ok, so all I'm really trying to say is that the kid wasn't funny, but don't those words sound pretty?).

The first international act was the ridiculously amusing Drew Fraser.

Drew pulled a lot of stock material out of his quite impressive bag of tricks, but also managed to deliver enough original material to keep the laughs flowing like eggnog at an executive Christmas do.

He covered the feral chicken situation on the Island, weed (and its many medicinal uses), Michael Jackson, Kobe Bryant, Osama Bin Laden, love, getting old and greedy women in roughly that order and with mounds of buoyant success.

There was extensive keeling over and moaning for mercy while Drew occupied the stage on Saturday night, and even the jokes we'd heard before sounded fresh through Drew's inimitable delivery.

Mr. Fraser single-handedly blew the roof off the club and left the stage only after we were thoroughly subdued by his remarkable arsenal of funny.

The last act was the legendary Chris Thomas, a comic who has been a recognised king of comedy in the Washington DC area for well over a decade.

Chris was moderately funny, in a disinterested sort of way. Most of his act was marred by microphone problems, due mainly to his tendency to hold the mic about a foot away from his mouth.

The people at the back of the room struggled to hear most of the act, which led to the glaringly uncivilized spectre of shouting hecklers.

Chris tried to accommodate the crowd, but seemed a bit too sedated to deliver the kind of performance he has proved capable of on previous occasions. The sexually charged act was sporadically funny, often very quite and at least twenty minutes too long.

At the end of the day, Bootsie delivered another quality show, and judging by the turn-out, filled a void that is begging to be permanently occupied. Chris Thomas urged us to get Bootsie a comedy club before he left the stage and you know what, I think he may be on to something; a comedy club on this Island would certainly be an extremely profitable venture.

The next instalment of the fantastic 'Bootsie's Theatre' will be early in the New Year; probably January. Don't miss the next one if you missed this one, and please, to avoid confusion and heartache, don't let anyone else shoot your rabbit.