Jasper Carrott Weymouth Pavilion 15/5/2015

Robert Norman Davis OBE is just gone 70, which makes him about the same age as most of the packed audience here tonight.

His gurning face, bald pate and Brummie accent have always given Carrott a head start in the funnyman stakes. We’ve grown up with Jasper on the tele since the early 70s with his relatively clean humour compared to the potty-mouthed utterings of most stand-ups today.

Once he hits his stride Carrott’s comic timing and one liners shows he’s a master of the craft he’s been refining for over 40 years --though he could do with a little refresher course on his mic technique. So we get the jokes such as “They held a beauty contest in Wolverhampton and 32 entered. Nobody won!”

There was also a great bit about growing older and getting life insurance and then his kids booking him into Hotel Dignitas in Switzerland. “I was the only one who came down for breakfast,” he quips.

Then he introduces the band of the night a comprising his best mate ex-ELO rock drummer Bev Bevan -- sporting a glorious mullet -- plus various old rockers.

After the initial shock of hearing Jet again – an awful song -- there were the Beatles standards some rock classics and the show descended into a rather sad trip down memory lane, plus it was fairly embarrassing seeing septagenarians trying to groove in their seats.

Geoff Turton lead singer of 60s pop group the Rockin Berries (no,me neither) turns up to sing a few songs and he’s still in fine voice, proudly displaying his five grand gnashers. Then Joy Strachen-Brain from folk band Quill (no, me neither), takes the stage to vamp up proceedings with a Tina Turner number faithfully emulating Turner’s uncoordinated dance steps.

So it was a relief when Carrott came on again to tell us some more funnies. He did a great little section with his guitar – he was once an accomplished folk musician – where he would play a short bit of a well-known song and then deliver the punchline. Excellent!

Carrott’s touring the UK at the moment and no doubt packing the elderly into the various medium-sized venues. It’s a bit of a jolly for his mates to earn a few quid, entertaining audiences who are no longer hip, more hip replacement.