So it's come to this. Over the years I've seen The Kinks, the La's, Leonard Cohen and now...Mike Harding. It was the husband's choice and I thought it might be fun, but it was like experiencing a saucy seaside postcard version of Britain. The kind of place where men don't see their wives naked until their wedding night. There were a few songs, a lot of chat and some of it was funny (I did like the story involving the tortoise) but he hadn't really made any effort to bring his act into the 21st century and some stories, like the school nativity, I could imagine Billy Connolly telling much better. Not that any of this really bothered the audience, who loved it and probably remembered it all from the first time around ! The husband enjoyed it, but doesn't feel the need to go again.