Geoff Norcott

In the context of today’s stand-up circuit that makes him a genuine iconoclast, truly rebelling against the usual left-liberal-rationalist consensus. In the current climate, admitting sympathy for David Cameron is more taboo-busting than a paedophile gag (though he’s got one of those as well, courtesy of one J Savile) – even if he presents it without the rock and roll sense of danger of comics reinforced received wisdom.

After all, why isn’t there any right-of-centre comedian – outside of the supposedly ironic ones like Al Murray or Ricky Gervais? Is such political stance inherently so nasty that Jim Davidson is all that side of the political spectrum deserves?

Norcott’s not short of nice-guy credentials, expressing his support for gay marriage, for example. Though actions speak louder than words and it’s his amiable delivery that endears. Even when he attacks, it’s always affectionate: he may want to slash the pensions part of the social services budget, but does so by ribbing the profligate lifestyle of the over-65s in the room. And they love him for it.

This Leicester comedy festival show is the first outing for these thoughts (even the show’s title has yet to be cemented) and the narrative still needs a stronger through-line and an ending that better encompasses all that’s gone before, rather than the awkwardly engineered links he uses. Some of the latter sections about his teaching days, or a fight he got in to on holiday, aren’t quite as focussed on the theme as they need to be, either.

But the slick Norcott has an unusual point of view, which he delivers with a lightness of touch - and, more importantly, makes it funny. Those skills honed at Butlin’s give him a confidence and control, while he’s never less than affable. So even if he’s forever condemned to be ‘mainstream’ – he’s more interesting than the negative connotations of that loaded word would suggest.