Justin Moorhouse's unusual style grabs you from the off. He's like an old-school 1970's comedian, with a bit of an overhaul but still recognisably end of the pier. With a nice line in audience banter and self-deprecating humour, he's basically an old-fashioned 'fat-northern-bloke-leaning-on-a-microphone-stand' comic, with stuff that I didn't think you could still get away with mother-in-law gags, references to his ex-wife as a 'boot', and an ongoing reliance on fat gags.
None of this is to take anything away from his act, which his very good you just need to know that it's the comedy equivalent of 'Life on Mars' a kind of nostalgic but knowing evocation of an older time that leaves you wondering how much of this is real?.
That said, the underlying material is pretty much up to date discussing what it means to be a father in the 21st century, dealing with divorce and how much to tell the kids about new relationships.
There's lots of 'kids say the funniest things' anecdotes as he tells us about bringing up his 10-year old son, who's completely unimpressed by his dad's showbiz life (other than hero-worshipping him for compereing a comedy gig for the England football squad).
If you like your comedy sanitised by the modern PC brigade, then stay away. Otherwise, the gags come quick and fast in this enjoyable tale of modern fatherhood.
