AL MURRAY'S pub landlord is a man struggling to come to terms with the modern world - particularly the fact that we're now supposed to be friends with the Germans.

This admission alone causes him visible pain, but leaves the lager-stained crosshairs of his comedy sniper's rifle free to aim at targets closer to home.

You assume the position of customers in his bar, where the opinionated one holds forth, welcoming you in with a hearty slap on the back and a stale pork scratching before telling you it's your round.

Ever wondered how 'ish' the Brit-ish are, or how Scousers were responsible for baffling the Nazi war machine with their "bizarre" dialect, or how the National Anthem is a call to God to help the Queen out of the freezer?

The burgundy blazered bar-room buffoon let us in on his amber nectar-hued view of the world with a shouty riot of a live set, which left his audience chortling all the way to the kebab shop.

Oh, and by the way - did you know Jesus was British?