"DO you know who I blame for drugs in schools? Supply teachers!"

Jimmy Carr walked back onto the stage in York to thunderous applause at the Grand Opera House and did what he does best - entertain.

Pick your adjective for Jimmy; witty, acerbic, caustic, sharp, probably all of those and more, but no matter how much Mr Carr rips into a subject, audience or individual you always feel pretty close to him.

Despite the fact that the jokes he is spouting would turn the hairs of most wheeltappers and shunters grey, and that often the humour is at your expense, Jimmy makes you feel like he is laughing with you, not at you.

The truth is possibly different, but it is that surprising warmth which sugar coats the vitriol that makes you like him so much, and consequently laugh along with him.

It has to be said when he billed his gig as one for people "with no moral compass" he wasn't lying because pretty much no subject, no matter how coarse or close to the bone, was taboo.

And this again is where Jimmy's warmth is a key skill, because no matter what he says you know it's a joke and not a personally held point of view, and that's why it acceptable to laugh - oh that and it's just very, very funny.

Alternative job applications, hilarious agony aunt problems, gay police horses and audience members stupid enough to take on the razor-sharp Carr all add up for a side-splitting night.