The majority of tonight’s audience is made up of ladies (and some men) of a certain age and though there are youngsters here, most are the former's offspring. It's good to see the kids as there's a great deal to learn from Jenny Eclair, and some things that you probably wouldn't want to think about again.

The floral armchair on the stage is hugely deceptive: Eclair may be 53 now but she hasn't changed a bit. Within a couple of minutes of bounding onto the stage Éclair has mentioned bras and tampons and made her first of several fart gags. Of course, it's this kind of revelling in all things toilet that Eclair is well-known for, but her peculiarly feminine / feminist spin on all that grubbiness was recognised by the Perrier panel back in 1995, making her the first solo woman to win the award.

Unashamed to verbally let it all hang out, there's no line Eclair won't cross. She's thoroughly unabashed about the workings of the female body and mind, and thoroughly potty-mouthed in her delivery of her findings. These days, the comic’s concerns are a lack of sex (a relief to her 'wanking biceps'), the onset of the menopause, the amount of 50th birthdays she's now having to attend and the disgraceful behaviour she's forced to adopt for them. 50 Shades of Grey gets an inevitable mention, with a huge eff-off to its simpering submissiveness.

But it's never just been shock value with Eclair: behind all the filth is some sharp gag-writing and a lovely way with words (unsurprising, given that she's been writing novels for a while now ). Eclairious is riotously good fun and a glorious celebration of what it means to be a disrespectful woman

Gilded Balloon Teviot, 622 6552, until 17 Aug, 7.30pm, £13.50–£14.50 (£12.50–£13)