PITCHED somewhere between "outrageous" and nostalgia laden", Brendan O'Carroll's first one man show is as much as you would expect from the performer - ribald tales shot through with scatological reference, and with the odd glance back at Dublin in the "rare oul' times".

Using the "my story so far" motif, he offers up a fairly orthodox account of his life n'times, interspersing real events with some fairly tortuous and over extended routines on tampons, erections and all that sort of stuff.

Very much a show of two halves in that he seems more at ease when working to a script and in full gag telling mode. But when he moves into the real life routine and has to work harder, he finds himself in a world where casual use of the word "mickey" (or whatever) isn't enough to keep the narrative moving.

If you're looking for ground breaking, Lenny Bruce style material needless to say, you should be looking elsewhere. O'Carroll's near to phenomenal popularity is based around knowing his audience as well as he knows his material.

There is not a huge width or depth to it. In the set piece routines he contents himself with self deprecating gags (small, bald man lines) and end of pier type material (most of the rest). But he's obviously a very accomplished performer who knows a thing or three about working a stage.

Based on his veering between the expected and perhaps not so expected in this show, it will be interesting to see where he will take his material from here. What the public expects and what Brendan O'Carroll desires may not be one and the same thing.