Over 50, and not ashamed to admit it, Lucero brings a different comic perspective to a stand-up landscape dominated by twenty and thirtysomethings.

Essentially something of a London geezer, Lucero finds himself mellowed by fatherhood and late middle age, venturing tentatively into the unfamiliar and cosseted life of vegetarianism, househusbandry and touchy-feely support groups.

Yet while he's incredulous that there would be any demand for organic mung beans or the like, his spirited discussions on such topics are tempered by the suggestion that he might actually be embracing this soft new world, however reluctantly.

So what could be a standard grumpy-old-man rant against the vagaries of anything newfangled or new age is elevated into something much less expected, thanks, too, to sharp writing and an aversion to the obvious.

His is a well-defined persona, fully rounded and convincing and it's perhaps only a lack of ambition ­ or the demands of fatherhood ­ that mean he's not a damn sight better known.

Lucero certainly has the comic instincts and high-quality material that would shame many a more successful act. So do yourself a favour, and seek him out.