Jo Brand strolled on stage in blisteringly dry form.

Dressed in her trademark baggy black top and trousers, she launched into a razor-sharp repertoire touching on every controversial, sexist, sizeist and feminist subject around.

Motherhood (she now has two children) and embracing middle age, it seems, have done nothing to dampen her man-hating, alternative feminist views.

If anything, it has just provided more material for her droll sense of humour to work overtime on.

Brand admitted she didn't think she would make the show, fearful she would be led away at some checkpoint with Janet Street-Porter into a field for being too old and hideous.

What Not To Wear's Trinny and Susannah were soon dismissed as "those posh t****" for making Brand wear a Rigby and Peller bra-cum-scaffolding in their show.

"Surprising" the audience that she was in fact married, not a lesbian who had enlisted the help of a turkey baster and gay friend to impregnate her, Brand took a trip along a well-worn comic alleyway.

Not that it made it any less punchy or funny. Her controversial observations on why breastfeeding is bad and her house smelling of poo were delivered in superbly pithy one-liners.

Later describing herself as a liberal feminist who wears short skirts and lipstick trapped in a hardline, hardcore feminist's body, she bemoaned the lack of useful Barbies for her two daughters.

Where was Flick Knife Barbie or Vibrator Barbie she demanded and why couldn't Rapunzel Barbie let down her arm pit hair instead?

The rigours of marriage have obviously left their mark on Brand who surmised that while the average male sexual fantasy involved two lesbians and a donkey with the Match Of The Day tune playing in the background, the average sexual female fantasy was having their husband do the Hoovering once a week.