The Wee Man is a character act, one of several broad caricatures of a scummy, feral currently doing the circuit. But it’s hard to see what sets his Glaswegian Ned apart from any other chav, scally, schemie or bogan.

There’s more to comedy than donning a gold chain, Burberry cap and nasal whine – and with so many people going down the same route, whatever their city of origin, you need a keen sense of humour to stand out. But with his obvious comments about the baggage handler who attacked the Glasgow Airport terrorists or weak jokes about how rough his mother is, the Wee Man just doesn’t cut it.

He’s got a kit bag full of dick jokes and a lot of gratuitously offensive material – sometimes portraying himself as a wife-beating rapist before pulling back with an ‘only joking’ defence. It’s not clever stuff.

He also known for rapping. One’s all about his penis, and another became a hit on YouTube, thanks to backing from rave outfit Neds Kru, and has racked up 1.5million downloads and counting. But for a whole set, it’s predictable, derivative and unimaginative stuff.