"Richard Herring - he's juvenile, puerile, immature - but he loves it.
Harking back to his teenage years, positioned as he was as both son
and pupil of his father, Herring reads through the lost diaries of his youth - which his 14 year old self had created for the inevitable
museum of Richard Herring - and uses this to laugh about the ascension of Christ, his incredibly small hands (and the use they have for the community), and teenage perversion. Though not offensive, he does border on the disgusting, but in such a terrifically funny and witty way that he can be forgiven. A stage comedy expert, Herring's foray into his former childhood innocence is hilarious, thought provoking and thoroughly recommended. 5/5"