John Bishop, Supersonic tour, Cardiff, review: 'king of the one-hundred liner' Now nudging 48, this football-mad father of three sons, married for 21 years, talks eloquently about his family. His shock at seeing the eldest hit 20 and physically outgrow him is delightfully palpable: "I actually own a man," he says, half boast, half lament. He is also excellent on his long-suffering wife Melanie's reaction to his vanishing to Australia for eight weeks to make that series, and there's also a beautiful moment involving, of all things, a domestic burglar alarm. Best of all, though, is when Bishop interweaves fame and family. His account of a row between him and his spouse in a shopping-centre builds to one of the best payoffs of the evening - and, if he gets the upper hand there, her reaction to his being invited to sit for Madame Tussauds is impeccably crushing. It is when Bishop hinges material entirely on his jet-set lifestyle that he runs into problems. His tale of being lent the Ryanair Learjet builds to a merely so-so climax, while his being upgraded to first class on the way Down Under metamorphoses into a wildly overlong musing on middle-age and masturbation that, by a cruel irony, builds to no climax at all. Bishop needs to tread warily with this sort of material. He describes himself, albeit with a wink, as "a man of the people," and his blokeish persona is essential to his success. But, however much engaging incredulity he expresses at his good fortune, the fact is that he is now a superstar - one who, after all, can enlist the likes of Gary Lineker and Graham Norton for his show's footie-themed bookends - and he needs to be careful not to appear to be rubbing our nose in it. While I'm complaining, I'd add that the upgrade story is not the only example of padding in a two-part show that, on Tuesday night in Cardiff, ran from 8.10 to 10.40. Bishop has great fun with social media's transformation of flirting convention, but the ensuing audience-participatory section involving Eighties chat-up lines goes on for ever, and plays out, bizarrely, to the Bee Gees" Stayin" Alive - wrong decade. All that said, Bishop is still sharp enough and charming enough for you to be able to overlook the shortcomings of a fun-filled show that is, on balance, more about his foibles than his triumphs. Next time, though, he should perhaps keep his feet on terra firma. Home is not only where Bishop's heart clearly and endearingly is - it's where his art is, too. Touring until December. Tickets and details: johnbishoponline.com