As Rob Heeney points out early on, we (the audience) are his kind of people – week-night drinkers who count sick leave as part of our annual holiday entitlement. The kind of people who know we’re better than anyone on Big Brother, and could beat any of those other ‘idiots’ on The Apprentice easily. Basically we’re a generation who believes that, despite the evidence, we’re better than our parents. And therefore, despite the fact he’s 35, single, and still renting, Heeney is better than his Dad.
Obviously this isn’t quite true, and Heeney spends the next hour discussing the differences between both generations’ attitudes towards everything, from drinking to national service to hummus, in a warm and engaging manner. His basic routine is solid and flows well, and he has an obvious gift for the gab – hecklers beware, as Heeney will give as good as he gets.
Despite there being a slight lack of belly laughs, Heeney’s show is constantly amusing and self-deprecating, and his slightly laddish humour is tempered by his entertaining family anecdotes.
3/5
Kelly Mauchlen
