Even though comedian Jimmy Carr seems to represent an ‘old school’ of comedy – compared to so-called new kids on the comedy block Frankie Boyle, Michael McIntyre etc – he’s only been doing stand-up since 2000.

These days he’s best known for his appearances on the comedy panel show circuit, as well as being the host of TV show 8 Out of 10 Cats. He also enjoys tweeting, playing tennis with his showbiz pal Jonathan Ross (then tweeting about how he fared in said match), speeding in a 30-limit area, and outraging Daily Mail readers with his “sick joke” about limbless troops. Not bad going for a day’s work.

Carr’s style is not one for storytelling; they are short, sharp observations that are often delivered as if they had just popped out of a thought bubble. They are in fact, the perfect material for a Twitter user like Jimmy, as most of his jokes can be told within the micro-blogging site's 140 character limit. A stream of often unconnected gags, lined up and ready to be potted away with the fluency of a pool champ. Rarely does he hit the cushion.

Insert your own closet gag >here<.

There’s an air of irony about him; a suited, well-spoken, educated man standing in front of an audience delivering a myriad of knob and fanny gags. He’s often pre-occupied with sex and with the notion of offensive material. In anyone else’s hands (oo-er missus) they would quickly become tiresome, but Carr has a peculiar charm about him that allows him to get away with it.

Because of his style there are times when it all feels a bit too automated. It’s a little on the robotic side, like a foul-mouthed Dalek. There’s a greater connection with his audience when he’s mocking them, which he does often, thankfully. And yes, the jokes are frequently at their expense; but they not only appear aware of this fact but more than happy to be the collective butt of many of them.

He’s not the kind of comedian you can warm to; maybe that has something to do with the fact that his head looks like it’s slightly over-inflated, with the slight possibility of it popping in front of you. Although we’d probably pay to see it, we wouldn’t want to be in the first couple of rows for that one.

What he does best though is push the boundaries that other comedians are too cowardly to go near. With the notable of exception of Frankie Boyle that is. For instance, if you think jokes about the twin towers just aren't acceptable, you probably wouldn’t want to unwrap this DVD at Christmas time.

Unfortunately he does have the bad habit of either mouthing the word ‘what?!’ – or just simply saying it out loud, after nearly all of his near-the-knuckle material - quickly followed by an ‘only joking’ facial expression. Considering that most of us know what he does for a living, the verbal and facial punctuation isn’t really necessary.

This particular DVD comes with a few nice extras for Carr fans: there are extra scenes from this London show that didn’t make the final cut; a nice montage of some of his funnier tweets; and a segment he did for Comedy Central in the US.

Although the only way you’ll wet yourself with laughter watching this is if you have a pre-existing bladder condition, Carr certainly puts on an entertaining show. Like its title suggests, that’s what you get, no more, no less. But at least he does it very well.