Jenny Eclair’s approach to turning 60 is a sort of gleeful middle-finger to the prim and proper expectations that come with her age. 

Taking to the Wyvern stage with her Sixty!FFS show, she immediately set out a stall of charming rudeness. 

Defying expectations to be, as she put it, “sensible and useful”, Eclair channelled the energy of that one aunty of the family who many consider to be a black sheep because she drinks a little too much sometimes – but is always the most fun and entertaining relative to be around. 

Her stripped-back stand-up routine about the perils of ageing saw her sitting down in a comfy-looking armchair, reading notes on what to say next on an iPad with a massive font, and entering for the second half wearing a gilet and carrying hiking sticks. 

Indeed, there were certain stereotypes about getting old that she very much leaned into, describing the menopause as a super power, her lack of sex drive, or being “drier than Weetabix” as typical, and looking more like Angela Merkel in the mirror and Boris Johnson when she’s running. 

But the clichés are infused with a sharp, rude and very naughty wit and humour that prove that, to Eclair at least, age is just a number and it certainly can’t take away that devilish sense of humour. 

Again, reminiscent of that one aunty who doesn’t understand that certain stories shouldn’t be told around children, Eclair delighted her crowd with some of her crasser and cruder tales. 

One, about all of the effort she had to make sexually when she was younger, complete with the appropriate mime, went down a storm. 

A part of the show was also centred around members of the audience providing their own bucket-list ideas, but not sincerely. 

Rather, this was an opportunity for the audience to make jokes at their own expense, or as was often the case, at the expense of their partners. 

This, combined with the presence of the armchair and table, made the performance feel warm, familiar and interactive.
It was like sitting in the living room of the aforementioned riotous aunty. 
And sometimes, you can’t ask for a better evening than that.