If those roving cameras are to be trusted, there were considerably more young women than men in the audience at London's Apollo Theatre the night this stand-up set was recorded. It isn't hard to see why. Jon Richardson's stage persona is that of a sweet, boyish little chap (with the mildest touch of OCD), happiest when getting his milk teeth into riffs about MasterChef, washing-up or packed-lunches. Simply put, most of the audience clearly just wants to mother him; their uneasy-looking boyfriends have nothing to worry about.