Cockney charmer gives middle classes the finger
Micky Flanagan grew up round the corner from Backyard and he evidently feels at home here. Delivering carefully observed social insights with an easy charm, Flanagan is at his best when having a go at the middle classes - to which, he says, his wife aspires.
The lank-haired Cockney tells an excruciating dinner party anecdote in which he "moots" (because mooting is what you do at dinner parties) the idea that the rise in teenage pregnancies is caused by a lamentable decline in the practice of "fingering". And his hippy-ish image neatly complements his routine as a waster-turned-father, who learns you can't look after a kid "while throbbing with E".
His experience on the circuit is evident when he ditches his closing gag
to finish with another, "because it's funnier". Flanagan is no
bright young thing and he lacks a killer edge, but his professionalism and
endearing onstage persona more than make up for it.

Being Welsh and talking about sex toys isn't enough to make people laugh.
Rhod Gilbert's set doesn't deviate far from these two themes,
which quickly bore. His delivery, which makes him sound as if he's permanently
on the point of physical and mental collapse, only irritates further.

William Brett