Grainne Maguire hails from Navan, the Irish town that has already produced Tommy Tiernan and Dylan Moran – but she’s her work cut out to get to their level. She starts weakly with a bit about her first name, which isn’t really of interest to anyone but herself, before moving on to more fertile ground with the poor chat-up techniques of the average Irishman. There are a couple of nice observations at the heart of this, but it needs to be punchier.

The second half of her set is taken up by imagining Emily Bronte the morning after a drunken night out; a routine that was too contrived and too long – although again contained a nice line or two.

Newcomer Maguire’s a sweet enough stage presence, and can employ understatement with the dry mastery of a Father Ted script, but she’s not yet moulded her abilities into a reliable set.