Relative newcomer Nat Luurtsema is definitely an original thinker. Her inventive, witty routines demonstrate a wonderfully warped logic, taken to the limits of imagination. She starts one such chunk by wanting to disrupt a line of ants, and ends up talking about a snowman in a seamlessly twisted train of thought.

But for all the bold, distinctive writing, she struggles to engage with the audience completely. It’s easy to find yourself impressed by her talent, but quite a bit harder to connect on an emotional level.

Mind you, much of set, delivered with well-spoken aloofness, is about how she’s not good with people, who – as a species – annoy her. Still, if it’s solitude that’s made her such an original writer, there’s something to be said for it.