Glenn Moore’s latest show, Please Sir, Glenn I Have Some Moore, centres on a stressful family road trip to a funeral in San Francisco which involves breaking down in Death Valley. At least that’s the loose washing line narrative on which a phenomenally high rate of quickfire gags are pegged.

As anyone who has seen Moore on Mock The Week will know, he is a great gag writer. An absolute comedy craftsman. But rather than go for a Mark Simmons Joke of the Fringe-style no-frills joke approach the gags come with this added travelogue narrative, which may or may not be loosely based on a real incident.

The joy here is not the journey but the jokes along the way. From the moment Moore walks onstage, he hits the ground running, building up a sweat that makes Lee Evans in his prime seem workshy. I wonder if he ever regrets that cardigan that he resolutely refuses to remove. The upcoming tour should be sponsored by Lynx.

There is no time for disrobing though as he kicks off with an anecdote about Emma Thompson being a hard worker compared to others that don't give a shit. Moore is clearly no slouch himself, firing out the funnies, tossing in callbacks and wordplay, all pun guns blazing. 

Of course, with so many quips coming from his lips some might not land, but he has a pre-emptive solution for this, having placed a notebook onstage with old reliable rib-ticklers that he can fall back on if there is any sign of tumbleweed. It’s a device that works on various levels. He gets a laugh from just resorting to the book even before he has read anything out.

If there is a theme to all of this baloney it’s about being non-confrontational. The unashamedly uptight, middle class Moore compares himself to fellow passenger Benji. If only he could be more like his cousin, he asks. When they have a raging argument during the expedition Glenn is doomed to be on the losing side. 

Self-deprecation and being the fall guy is his default setting and it makes for some superb set-ups and pay-offs. He would like to learn French, he says, but they fiendishly make it hard for him by changing the meaning of soup du jour every day. If this is your kind of gag Glenn Moore is your kind of guy.

Do they make it to the funeral? Does Glenn ever master French? What’s Mick Jagger got to do with all of this? It takes great skill to put something together as daftly enjoyable as this.

Until Sept 13. Then touring from September 26 and back at Leicester Square Theatre on Friday 20th February, 2026. Dates and tickets here. 

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