Newcomer Dug Shelmerdine talks – at great length – about his drug-taking. Imagine going to a funeral… on acid! etc, etc etc.

As if acknowledging that tales of being under the influence are rarely that interesting, Sheldermine garnishes his anecdotes with occasional blasts of genuine stupidity. These surreal touches inject some much-needed life into the routine, but overall it is too inconsistent, too loose and too flatly delivered to really sparkle, despite these isolated flashes of promise.

But a little more focus could put a lot right - he’s not an act to be written off just yet.