Rude, crude, lewd and downright disgusting, Lawrence Mooney aces the funny bone exam. There were a fair few lads thinking a career in stand-up was a given when they first heard the word ‘Uranus’ in science class and tried to torment their teacher about the double entendre. But only Mooney has extended that schoolboy humour more than 40 years gaining laughs with educational lessons in the Greek Gods. Who knew Uranus was castrated by his sickle wielding son Cronus casting the testicles into the sea producing the foam that spawned Aphrodite? Well, a man who knows there is humour at every turn and has spent several waking hours, since his abrupt disappearance from Sydney radio last year, contemplating the anuses of politicians. Mooney doesn’t look like a man unscathed from his sacking – his publicity shot needs updating – but you have to admire someone who will go to any length of public humiliation to ensure a good time for his audience. Just don’t bring your grandma unless she’s as foul-mouthed as Catherine Tate’s Nan.