The self-styled "Hot Flush Barbie" swaggered on stage at the packed Corn Exchange and launched into a rollercoaster of a routine.

But, like many fairground rides, the excitement had a nagging, greasy feeling.

Storming through a mostly hysterical set which included jokes about reaching the age of 40 and her appalling relationships with men, Jenny kept up a running sexual dialogue that was a bit hit-and-miss.

Some set pieces were tear-jerkingly excellent - fighting a posh mother outside her daughter's school - but were offset by farting gags which wouldn't have been out of place in a Bernard Manning routine.

Bounding around the stage in tight jeans with her trademark blonde bouffant, Jenny's visual jokes worked well and the "going for a smear test" gag saw her on her back with her legs in the air - fabulous.

She is hugely explicit - Jenny said: "I'm not quite Victoria Wood, am I?" - and so fast the gags ran into each other.

Her hour-long rollercoaster came screaming to a halt with an uneasy sexual experiment routine. It had been fun but I was glad to get off.

Review by Hannah Richards, hannah.richards@theargus.co.uk