Review by Steve Bennett

Jarred Christmas played a blinder tonight, unafraid to burst out of the wings and immediately start playing with the audience in rather the same way a cat may play with a mouse – all very jolly, but with no doubt who’s in charge, as he unequivocally proved when one heckler dared to question Christmas’s sartorial taste.

Though his ribald banter injected much-needed spontaneity into the night, Christmas also had the material to back it up, with hilarious riffs on his surname and the military might of his native New Zealand, both of which took unexpected turns and added further zing to an already effervescent set. Impressive stuff.

Review date: 17 Jan 2010
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett