Justin Moorhouse makes for a perfectly amusing comic – so long as you're from the same generation and walk of life as he is. Although comedians regularly take inspiration from their own lives and environments, Moorhouse’s set is angled at such a specific audience that it leaves anyone under a certain age or from any world other than his, out in the cold. Admittedly, his delivery and stage presence are impressive, but his material relies too heavily on vapid familiarity and cheap nostalgia to connect with the whole crowd. The highlight of the hour comes when he turns the focus on his own teenage son, with some well-aimed lines ridiculing his sullen behaviour. But by and large the rest of the set is uninspiring.