My Dad Wrote a Porno: Live at Liverpool

Belinda Blumenthal is the unlikely star of an unlikely set of erotic (and I use the term ever so loosely) novellas by an even more unlikely author, Rocky Flintstone. That’s the nom de plume of self published smut writer and dad of Jamie Morton who with fellow comics Alice Levine and James Cooper presents the podcast My Dad Wrote a Porno. I went with Scarlet Wonderland to see their live show at the beautiful Liverpool Empire.

The Liverpool show 

First of all, the venue. I love the Empire. It’s a beautiful theatre. Pretty big though. So I was surprised when I saw that it was the chosen venue for a live performance of a podcast show and not terribly surprised when I saw some empty seats in the gods. This is no reflection on the success of the My Dad Wrote a Porno – it’s got millions of listeners worldwide and they’ve sold out shows in the States and Canada. I just suspect there could have been a another venue in Liverpool that might have been better this time round – the Royal Court theatre perhaps, with its smaller capacity. 

At any rate, this worked in our favour and we switched seats once before the show started and again in the interval. This was partly because we wanted a better view and partly because it was a really sultry weather and we’d been sweating cons and drinking like fish at the bar, got lost in the staircases (at one point I got tangled in a velvet curtain and moments later wandered into a backstage area), and mostly because we had forgotten where our previous seats were.

What to expect 

I won’t give away any spoilers (although we did spoil it for the couple in front of us who kept glaring at us for laughing too loudly and generally enjoying ourselves too much) but I will say there was a degree of audience participation (nothing too awkward in case you have a low cringe threshold like me), a weird but apparently necessary spot of sex ed (long term fans of My Dad Wrote a Porno will understand Rocky’s lack of knowledge in this area), and ample opportunity to cheer, whoop, or groan to your heart’s content. 

I was wondering how a live podcast show would work, because I’d never been to one before. Was it going to be recorded? Was there new material or going over previously released stuff? Was it just going to be them talking about the podcast? Without giving too much away – there is ‘unreleased’ material so everything they perform is new and exclusive for the live shows.

Running time was two and a half hours and that includes an interval. There’s a My Dad Wrote a Porno merchandise stall, and overall makes for a good (but disgusting) night out. Catch them in London, Brighton, Nottingham, Reading, Oxford and Dublin – plus a few more European dates – before the tour ends this summer. 

Do say: “Make mine a Chilean Chardonnay”

Don’t say: “This theatre is exquisitely carpeted”

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