Proving you can be a funny female comedian without making jokes about periods, diets and boyfriends, Jo Enright is someone you would like as your best friend.

The woman who didn't know how working class she was before she moved to Hove had people wiping away the tears as she slated everyone and everything.

Her thoughts on budget stores, screaming mums and children with "classy" names (Ciabatta, Bonjela, Pocahontas) stirred the hidden snob in all of us and summed up those things we had been thinking, but wouldn't dare say in public.

Like Peter Kaye, the 4ft 10in Brummie is fascinated by ordinary people. She grabs you and drags you, laughing, into her world.

She's playing the Sanctuary Cella, Hove, on Friday and I suggest you head down there.

She was joined by self-deprecating compere Rufus Hound, who gives the impression he doesn't quite think he deserves to be up there.

He was sharp, sarcastic and, at times, a little sick. When one or two of his jokes fell flat, he quickly admitted they were poor which made the audience like him even more.

For someone who said they wouldn't talk about sex in their set, Andrew Murrell talked about it a lot.

Jokes about his failed marathon attempt ("I'll run the other 25 miles next year") were followed with boasts of his prowess in the sack and smutty explanations of how his arms came to be so muscly.

His style and delivery is spot-on but he's been doing the same material for a while and I'm looking forward to some new gags.

Headliner Terry Alderton is a oneman variety show. His set includes impressions, funny noises, mime, music and stand-up.

Like the son of Lee Evans and Grant Mitchell on speed, he darts from one gag to another, from one unlucky audience member to another, and always gets the best reception of the night.

He really has to be seen to be believed.