IT'S 20 years since the Pub Landlord started inviting us to all hail the ale and listen to him put this great nation to rights but if you thought that meant he may have run out of new stuff to say then you are very much mistaken, my old son.

As the hapless 'Toby' found out in the first ten minutes when mien host decided to give him the requisite verbal roasting as part of his legendary front row routine. Toby's crime? He worked 'with the police'. “You're an informant, aren't you?” bellowed Al.

'Billy's' crime was even more serious. He only had one job, getting 'a pint for the fella and a wine for the lady', but arrived back from the Lighthouse bar with two pints. Then nearly forgot to hand the Guv back his change.

After remarking on the 'constellation of baldness' before him, and dispatching the lone heckler who ordered him to 'get back behind the bar': “Was that a heckle, sir?” the beer-sloshing sage of the saloon embarked upon the evening's message.

Which is that we are in need of an urgent revolution because the country's in a mess.

So far, so brilliant, especially his comprehensive takedown of the dismal science of economics and his helpful explanation of how the money system works. Clue: it doesn't and Al gives a baroque explanation of the reasons why.

Best bit of all was his open forum, in which the audience were invited to help him invent a new manifesto for the next election, because it gave him yet another chance to demonstrate just why, after two decades, he's still at the top of his game.

If you missed this show, serves you right, you skinflint, disorganised gits. You might get lucky and catch him at Bridport's Electric Palace on November 7 and if you can, you should. He's still brilliant.