Self-styled ray of sleet Jack Dee closed the half with an impeccable pocket-sized packet of whinges. Why, for starters, were we all out on Tuesday night, “one of the seven worst days of the week”. If only misanthropy was an Olympic sport, Dee could moan for England, with targets tonight ranging from the assistant who handed him his guitar to fitness coach Joe Wicks. You are never going to see Dee doing star jumps, but his comedy muscles are certainly well-toned.
Teenage Cancer Trust Comedy Night at the Royal Albert Hall review: fizzing with comedic talent
