The bulk of Ed O’Meara’s set is an odd, borderline-racist routine about Polish men, which he portrays as a tribe of shaven-headed Neanderthals forever on the hunt for meat products.

Even if you don’t find it offensive (and that's surely not the intention) it’s certainly not very funny – based as it is on the inconsequential observation that he’s noticed quite a lot of meat on sale in the Polish-run shops near his West London home – and you can’t quite see what point he’s making, if any.

He goes on to talk about his solution to the immigration ‘problem’ (and he really doesn’t help his case by calling it that), which is to employ nightclub bouncers at our borders and instigate a ‘one in, one out’ policy.

This idea has been done before, and done better – so it’s hard to see what O’Meara’s bringing to the comedy party, with his muddled point of view and dull punchlines.

He’s still a newcomer, and Chortle saw him perform only a shortish set, but he needs to try much harder than this to focus on what he wants to say, and how to say it funny.