With Jerry Sadowitz labelling himself the world's most offensive comedian, it seems strange so many audience members walked out in disgust at his diatribes.

Walking on as his own support act, a half-Jewish, half-Scottish poet named Rabbi Burns, it was obvious from the outset any modicum of taste and decency had been left at the door.

There was a certain level of irony to Sadowitz's performance but jokes about paedophilia, rape and cancer did not so much get close to the bone as hack away at it to the marrow.

That's not to say he wasn't funny. Many of his rants left the audience in stitches and his adeptness at magic was beaten only by an endearingly self-deprecating opinion about his conjuring skills.

The problem lay in a lack of real comedy material. Underneath the haranguing, he actually had very little to say.

His opinions, considering the inflammatory material he was spewing out, were surprisingly undeveloped, leaving him open to criticism about the validity of his comments.

But, as Sadowitz would point out, he doesn't care what anybody thinks. He's just happy annoying the hell out of everybody he comes across.

Whatever you think about the man, you've got to admit he has an ethos.