Billy Kirkwood can be something of a Glaswegian Peter Kay, delivering universal childhood nostalgia with punchy comic rhythms and a dynamic on-stage presence that sweeps all along with him.

It’s a powerhouse delivery that belies his relative inexperience, and ensures his breezy set frequently hits comedy paydirt.

The material – which is usually ruder and cruder than Mr Kay at his most blue – could be beefed up a notch or two, and Kirkwood needs to wean himself off his occasional habit of going for cheap gags, which ought to be beneath him.

But this vivacious comic with the wild hair and cheeky glint in his eye is a natural, energetic performer, and that will get him a long way.