Seventies throwback Carl Donnelly is 24, going on 13, as proven by a routine that’s not ashamed to be petty and childish. But there’s a hell of a lot of innocent fun to be had from this uncomplicated standpoint.

He recounts an encounter with some actual teenagers – taking stupid glee in outsmarting them – has a nice line in ‘your mum…’ insults and describes himself, unironically, as a prankmaster. This is not sophisticated stuff, but it is funny, and delivered with just the right amount of conviction.