I completely agree with his thoughts on sharing food – it is a reprehensible act with overwhelmingly stupid menus. He misses white bread, common beer, and why are there now 200 gins to choose from? Pink rock salt picked through by toilet fingers; how the internet has ruined gift giving including the ruination of the Parker pen as a desirable object; and how boomers have taken everything and left nothing for millennials, are all topics Elton energetically delivers as punchlines.
It's the cleverness with how he handles gender identity, Me Too, and cancel culture that allows us to hear his opinion, laugh at his ability to struggle with them all, but not end up being cancelled himself.
He is angry about things we can all identify with being angry about, and has wonderfully funny political moments, like his defence of Germaine Greer, we laugh, but his message hits home.
Elton targets his audience precisely, even suggesting the younger folk in the packed Regent are simply there to shop around for casual elder care work from the boomers they are outnumbered by.
His finisher about musical tastes through the eras and corresponding rest home singalongs had the entire theatre laughing out loud, snorting, giggling, chortling and guffawing all the way to the exit with "My neck, my back, lick it" by Khia firmly fastened to our minds for at least the remainder of the evening. Bra-bloody-vo.
