It’s been a decade of tumultuous change since Harry Hill last toured. But for Hill, some corner of a comedy stage will forever be nonsense – a timeless land where rapping to the Crossroads theme, dressing up as an elephant and making ventriloquist’s dolls vomit always has a home. Pedigree Fun finds the 58-year-old neither looking nor acting a day older than when Sausage Time toured in 2013 – even if its cavalcade of idiocy doesn’t quite (or at least not tonight) scale the heights of its predecessor.
The only instance of Hill acting his age rather than his shoe size is with a running gag about the generation gap. Millennials and their juniors are teased wickedly about their meagre inheritance as he brags about the hardiness cultivated by a death-defying 70s upbringing. There is more wickedness in the mix than previous shows – see several Hitler jokes and a gag about the paedophile TV stars of yesteryear (“You’ve got to hand it to them, they were natural entertainers”).
