So it seems there’s more than one smooth, enjoyable Irish export with a distinctive white head…

While Caimh McDonnell isn’t quite as intoxicating as Guinness, his stand-up does induce a similarly satisfying feeling of benign well-being.

Armed with no gimmicks save for the Irish brogue that seems to suit the rhythms of stand-up so well, McDonnell’s warm, inclusive delivery naturally charms the audience.

He has a lovely way with words and a dry line in self-deprecation that brings his combination of real-life stories and observation gags to life. Even when he starts somewhere familiar, such as George Bush’s miserable IQ, the routine does unfold in unexpected directions.

But it’s the true – if embellished - anecdotes that really elevate him, especially the well-constructed tale of being chased by an incompetent racist that forms the cornerstone of his amiable act.

McDonnell might be one of those comics who’s good company, rather that a brilliant artist, but his easy-going storytelling does stand him in very good stead,

Oh, and since you were wondering, it’s pronounced 'Queeve'.