Given the current insatiable appetite for live comedy it is unsurprising that TV humourists are rediscovering their roots.
Never Mind The Buzzcocks captain Phill Jupitus explained onstage that his comeback was not part of a financial masterplan but to get Eddie Izzard, who kept pestering him, off the phone. Jupitus certainly looks match fit, having lost more than six stone since January, but his show could do with some bulking up.
Much of his material concerns the moth-eaten topic of ageing. He jogs through the decades and highlights instantly recognisable clichés. Teens are a hormonal mess, fiftysomethings are falling apart, parenthood's road is riddled with potholes.
It is efficient, not epochal. Elsewhere, Coldplay get castigated by yet another stand-up for making moany music when they have nothing to moan about.
But when things become predictable Jupitus unearths a victorious phrase or a winning anecdote. A running gag about a US-based Welsh porn star who has her pickle regularly sent from Swansea keeps things ticking over and he paints an evocative picture of his eccentric parents. Could do with more fireworks, though his Izzard impression is undeniably spectacular.
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