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I've worked with many companies over the years, either performing stand up, hosting events or presenting awards evenings. I also act as the matchday MC for Everton FC in their corporate hospitality lounge several times a season.

Onstage at the International Festival of Business / Liverpool Chamber of Commerce 'Best of British' Gala

Here are what some of my clients have said:

"Working with Sam achieved our objectives and more. His professional yet light-hearted approach shone through creating a great atmosphere and a successful event. His commitment and communication throughout was exemplary and we will most certainly be calling on him again!"
Colin Fussell, United Utilities

''The teams really enjoyed the event. Employee opinion scores have gone into orbit and we will definitely use Sam again!"
Gary Hankin, Area Director, Barclays Bank.

“We have been working with Sam on various projects over the last few years and he is an absolute pleasure to work with. He continuously helps with new ideas and is an excellent (and very funny) host at several of our events. Sam has a unique skill of engaging any audience and making them feel instantly at ease”. 
Sarah Walker, Events Manager, Liverpool & Sefton Chamber of Commerce 

"Sam Avery was a delight to work with, gracious, grounded and with brilliant and witty insights into people's thoughts and behaviour. I would highly recommend Sam for your event, training or entertainment!"
Nicola Schaefer, Business Services Manager, International Festival for Business
"You can trust Sam to work his material to suit your audience and he can read a room like you wouldn’t believe, great entertainer, comedian and thoroughly nice chap!"
Georgia Hayes, Marketing Manager, Daniel Adamson Preservation Society

“Sam thank you so much for entertaining at Wallasey Golf Club on the 'Company Day' this year.  Everyone thoroughly enjoyed your quick wit and comedy, which resulted in a very successful and happy Company Day.”
Eunice Williamson. Chairman Social Bar & Catering Wallasey Golf Club

"Sam is a talented comedian who has worked in a freelance capacity for my organisation for over three years. Sam is able to use his gift of humour to help people from diverse backgrounds who are facing adversity. His coaching and nurturing style enables people to discover their inner strengths and capabilities and to tap into these as a way of telling their personal story. Sam has facilitated large scale community events as well as working in smaller groups on creative projects. Sam is a kind and caring man who brings passion, warmth and humility to his work. I highly recommend him." Mark Swift, CEO, Wellbeing Enterprises CIC
Clare Roberts, Regional Manager, The Stroke Association.

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