Perennial favourite of the Adelaide Fringe, Paul Foot, has returned to our neat little city for his new show 'Tis a Pity She's a Piglet. In it he brings a suit of new material, touching on a range of subjects, from the issue of single-sex schooling, to the ethics of hunting, and to the problems of being on holiday while married.

Far too often comedians are given undeserved comparison to Monty Python. Paul Foot is one of those rare comedians for whom the comparison actually applies. He is an energetically silly performer – positively madcap – but he also brings a considered and intelligent approach to his absurdist, satirical farce. He is also impressively committed to his comedy aesthetic, one which involves wearing, year round, possibly the most horrendous mullet ever conceived, which plays second-fiddle to his physicality as a performer. Foot shudders about on stage, like a motorised, malfunctioning dippy bird, his movements becoming increasingly more erratic as the pitch and volume of his yelling increase.

It all comes together in a package that is difficult to believe, and hilarious to witness. Connoisseurs of Paul Foot – the man insists that no one must identify as his fan – would know all this already. They only need to know that, yes, this is a completely new show, and, no, Foot has not lost his touch. He had me laughing before I found my seat (I was two minutes late – be punctual for this one), and there were a lot of jokes that were memorable enough that I found myself wanting to tell people about them days later (not that I could: it's impossible to capture his delivery). My only critiques are that, in the unwavering intensity of Foot's delivery, you start to become a bit desensitised after a while, and that some of the gags didn't quite find their mark (the stuffed monkey bit, for example, was a tad tiresome). But as far as fly-in-the-ointment complaints go, these are fairly mild ones.