Last night, the current Mrs Masher and I went to see Jimmy Carr.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see us, as we were just two faces amongst a couple of thousand, seated there in the theatre.

He was, of course, very funny and, as usual, many of his near-the-knuckle quips elicited wincing groans as well as laughs from the audience.

It was also interspersed with a couple of serious comments on societal norms, which garnered rounds of uncertain applause, because, when you are being hit with rapid joke after joke punchlines – all of which pretty much hit the mark – when you then hear a punchline that isn’t funny, it takes a moment to register that it was a serious comment and not just a gag that didn’t quite work.

Towards the end of his set, he told some risque jokes that “… could get me cancelled”, and sure enough, they were the sort of jokes that would likely send the woke, snowflake community into a frenzy, but we – the audience – lapped it up.

I think, if you go to a Jimmy Carr show, you know what to expect. We expected a barrage of witty, risque, smutty and sarcastic jokes.  We expected him to touch on taboo subjects and make us squirm with embarrassed laughter.

He didn’t let us down.

Ah ah ahhhhh.