The hair and the bright red slash of lipstick are the same, the clothes are still black and Jo Brand is as funny and cutting as ever.

Having been around on the comedy circuit for many years Brand is no stranger to controversy and in the first few minutes managed to classify herself as "that fat lezzer" and told everyone in the audience to be wary because they had got in Labour Party conference security in case of troublemakers.

Motherhood has obviously done nothing to tone down her tongue.

The Argus itself did not escape her eagle-eyed scrutiny, with acute observations on the story of Wendy and JBS, the anonymous warring couple who have taken to airing their differences on a motorway bridge. She delighted in dissecting an article about them.

Her set was, as usual, full of observations about the differences between men and women and although there was nothing particularly new about the theme, the ideas she pounced upon were certainly up-to-date.

Vaginal surgery was a definite no-no with the memorable throwaway line: "Take a look at any woman's Aunty Mary and they all look like Sir Bernard Ingham."

HRT, or in Brand's case Haribo Replacement Therapy, was another favourite. Old faithfuls such as contraception, childbirth and her self-deprecating fat jokes put in a welcome appearance and her poor husband came in for some serious tongue-lashing.

Politicians did not escape either. George W Bush was as stupid as he looked, David Blunkett once tried to undo her bra and Tony Blair gave her a kiss on the lips at a Labour rally and apparently tried to use his tongue.

A bit of feminism involving a Sun Page 4 for the girls with a cheeky testicle on show also drew a loud laugh. Some of her stuff may be old, a bit of it is new but Brand still has that air about her comedy which makes people want to laugh their heads off.