On the face of it, this show promised something really different.

The title, the hype and the publicity shot all suggests that this is going to be hard-hitting, no-shit comedy from the unlikely mouth of a grandmother old enough to know better. Kind of a geriatric Jenny Eclair.

But what you get is actually pretty standard stand-up fare. Yes, that means she effs and blinds as much as the genre demands, but it never seems particularly offensive - and it's certainly never aggressive.

In fact, her style is more like that of a storyteller, with extended anecdotes about her life and her family, rather than anything more observational or confrontational.

It's all mildly amusing stuff and she's a likeable performer - but I wasn't looking for mild and I certainly wasn't looking for likeable.

Canderas herself admits misgivings about the attention-grabbing title, and this is the main problem with an otherwise amusing enough show - it just doesn't do what it says on the tin.