South African rookie Nick Cowen has an agreeable, conversational approach, but his confident energy can’t elevate the rather pedestrian story that constitutes his set.

His line is that as a former resident of brutal crime-ridden Johannesburg, he cockily mocked London’s relatively safe streets – until his encounter with some intimidating juvenile hoodies. Cue observational material about chavs and an enjoyable, but not especially memorable, retelling of the incident. The youths’ comeuppance gives the set a pleasing conclusion, but otherwise it’s light on substance.