It had to happen sooner or later.

When I started doing stand-up comedy, I enjoyed the shock-effect comedy style through stories about penises, vajayjays, anal leakage, giving birth, fingers in orifices, faeces, the list goes on. It’s easy comedy. Farts are funny – fact. I have now, somehow, started to steer away from the ‘dirty’ comedy and more toward a more informed, cleaner way of making people laugh. It wasn’t really my intention, it just seems to have happened that way.

From the beginning, I asked my mother very, very nicely to not be tempted to click on any of my vids, as the thought of her listening to the tripe that spewed out of my mouth was devastating enough, never mind should she actually have seen any of it. She’d always say: “But Don, we’ve seen lots of comedians who swear and talk about sex.” To which I would always reply: “True, but you haven’t birthed or raised any of them, there’s a difference.”

Another goal I set out to achieve was to use new material every time I performed at my comedy haven, and where it all began, The Comedy Underground at Cool Runnings in Melville. Not only does it keep my sets fresh, should people have seen me before, but it also forces me to build material for the World Tour one day. Or at least a one man show to start.

Today, I think I have a set that I can proudly send to my mother to watch. It happened on Sunday 14 March, and consisted of no material that could possibly get you to imagine me or other people in compromising positions, sexual or otherwise.

So mom, it wasn’t my initial intention, but this set was for you. P.S. The swearing is for effect, I’m normally much more subtle.