Eric Davidson is like a showman from a bygone era, blinking behind his thick-rimmed glasses like a cynical Ronnie Corbett. He began with a shaky start, nervously mumbling a satirical song about Alex Salmond. Ten minutes into the show he started to warm up and delivered some scathing remarks on the foibles of Scotland, earning some rolling laughs.
His routine is largely based on current affairs and politics, although some of his comments aren't so much jokes as they are middle-aged rants. Like a blast from the past, he complains about the decline of the British mining industry, and his routine is tailored for an audience from that generation. Polite by modern standards, he refrains from excessive swearing; where most comedians would have gone for the c-word he instead demurely plumps for 'cow', making for a pleasant and friendly atmosphere. The show takes a further nostalgic twist when he pulls out a ukulele and he transforms into an angry Scottish cross between Billy Bragg and George Formby.
Between jokes he sings his own comical lyrics to old tunes such as My Old Man and the Scottish national anthem, witty and amusing but somewhat repetitive. At one point he did a little pas de bourrée jig and the audience silently yearned for him to break into a full dance routine, which, disappointingly, never happened.
Davidson could have pushed himself a little harder and aimed for a little more originality. Instead, he delivers safe but tired jokes about the weather and Tourette's syndrome. Overall, the show is pleasant, easy-going entertainment.