More latter-day Izzard, which is an equal mixture of praise and criticism. It's credit to the man's personality, presence and natural wit that the audience allow his offbeat musings to continue for so long, but compared to his early work the lack of solid 'jokes' to hold these together is noticeable. This over-indulgence can at times be brilliant but often leads to tangents that go nowhere and just become tiresome. Still a funny bloke, but more focus would help.

Still a very funny man.

As ever, there are some laughs to be had here, but Izzard is starting to seem like a parody of himself; what was once fresh and original has become hackneyed, and with constant references to older (better) material, Izzard only seems to be encouraging himself. Not terrible, but it still feels phoned-in.