Joe Rowntree has bags of madcap energy and an instant daft allure – but he quickly pisses all this away with aimless, weak material.

He tries to be wacky, but doesn’t quite cut it, despite the charming, pacy patter and range of silly comic voices he employs to illustrate his slight anecdotes that seek to portray him as some sort of loveable fool.

Nervous energy, Lee Evans-style, is all well and good, but it needs to be anchored to sturdier material than this.