I'm not sure any of the straw men in the audience get what they want this evening. The rabid lefties whose comedy smothers the Edinburgh Fringe like a wet red blanket don't get a hate figure to maul. The up-tighty righties don't see the left eviscerated – indeed, most of his shots are blue on blue attacks on the swivel-eyed loons in the Tory party.
And, that's the problem here: Norcott is undoubtedly well-meaning and economically right-of-centre. But I think he'd be surprised by how little separates him and and the other political hot takes on offer at the Fringe. Or maybe he woudn't be surprised – which might explain why it's hard to believe he really has his heart in this under-powered set. Take, for instance, an extended story on the rights and wrongs of fighting a gay man. Norcott comes across as a man sensibly grappling with the complex set of issues that recognising marginalised groups' historical persecution and right to contemporary equality give rise to – which seems like a good summary of every show at the 2017 Fringe. Only Norcott seems so preoccupied with the right-wing thing that he forgets to add enough jokes.
There's a few half-baked pops. Left-wing economics are all very well until someone has to pay the bill; Diane Abbott is a bad politician. Not all comedy needs to be fresh as a daisy, but if your schtick is to be a bastion of sensible conservatism in a scene you (speciously) define by its lefty homogeneity, then it feels reasonable to expect a hot take, and that's not what we get here.