Dylan Moran

I'll never have a funnier two hours in my whole life. In fact, I'll be surprised if anything is funny again. Ever.

I went to Dylan Moran (creator, writer and disheveled star of Black Books) last night at the Opera House, and being a huge fan of the series (I'm guilty of watching it 10+ times over) I was hungry to see the genius behind it all. Dylan didn't disappoint, walking onstage with his characteristic 'I hate everyone, including all of you, why am I here?' attitude, and proceeded to keep the laughs rolling for the entire time he was on.

You get the feeling he really is drunk, really hates his life and really hates everyone in the crowd, because, besides hurling fruit at people in the audience, he sarcastically deconstructs all aspects that surround him - religion gets a healthy dose ('what if Jesus were a women, aka "Jesusette") but science isn't safe either (he challenges Steven Hawking as a fraud) and the relationships between men and women get a 'bollicking' (women want to hang curtains with a rich tapestry of orchid-coloured woven fabrics, and men didn't even notice the house had windows).

He obviously researches his shows fairly well, because he manages to slip in spot-on digs about Invercargill, Dunedin, and of course Auckland, as well as our PM's last name and a joke about a fight between a possum and a Kiwi.

Dylan Moran's humor is pretty spot on - sarcastic rants about the everyday is a sure-fire winner, especially if it is coming from an Irish drunkard.