Queen Elizabeth Hall, London
At 65, Eclair has faced down adversity, her own ego, sexism and the menopause – and always found a way to keep cheerfully telling the tales

Standup show or book tie-in? Jokes Jokes Jokes is a bit of both, a panorama of Jenny Eclair’s 65 years on Earth based on her autobiography of last year. It has only chronology to bind it together, which is fine for a book but can leave a stage show feeling – well, a bit lacking. But any deficit of focus or argument is made up by the tremendous carefree vim our host brings to her task. Jokes both good and crude are delivered with a gleeful cackle and a capering lap of (usually dis-)honour, arms aloft, from one side of the stage to the other.

She deserves to celebrate: the show traces the career of a real trouper, who’s faced down adversity, her own ego, sexism and the menopause, and always found a way to keep cheerfully telling the tales. It opens in 1960 (“just think series 4 of Call the Midwife …”), when Eclair, as she then wasn’t, was born to a mum disabled by polio and a dad who may have been a spy. From the off, she sought fame; “Jenny Eclair” is what she named the “showbiz tapeworm” burrowing away inside her. But fame – via anorexia (after being branded “too fat” at drama school) and performance poetry – was neither easily found nor easily held on to.