AT one point in Telling Jokes, Jimmy Carr says: “I tell jokes in the hope that you’ll like me.”

“It’s not working,” shouts one wag at the Bloomsbury Theatre. Except that it is working. This autumn, the snappy, flippant Carr celebrates the tenth anniversary of his first paid gig, the selling of his millionth tour ticket and the release of his fifth live DVD this week, with his DVD sales expected to pass the million by Christmas.

Carr is so prolific, both in his television and stage work, that his latest stand-up show, Rapier Wit, passed through York in September. If you missed it, you can feel the cut of his rapier in Leeds on Sunday, when he plays the Grand Theatre twice in one night, at 7pm and 10pm (box office 0844 848 2706). Telling Jokes was recorded in London earlier this year on his Joke Technician tour, the one where the combative cynic with the face of a “Down’s Syndrome Roger Federer” (his description, not mine) set out once more to test our moral compass with metronomic one-liners that took in Gary Glitter, Josef Fritzl, rape, Rohipnol, mongrels, fertiliser bombs, relationship advice, the shortest gag ever and a final fusillade of bad-taste jokes on a rising scales.

Or as the publicity material for 4DVD’s release puts it: this is the show that was “Too rude for TV. 18 certificate. Not for the easily offended.” Somehow, he gets away with every last line, the cheek of it.

Oh, and the sight of a game of crown green bowls will never be the same again after Carr called it “an upside-down graveyard”.

DVD extras: Jimmy’s Twitter Diary; Comedy Central Special; bonus stand-up material.