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There is a tangible anxiety when the audience is confronted by the absurdly youthful looking Matt Green, which increases when a very deep and self assured voice comes out of a face that looks about 16.

It is of necessity that this is the first subject he touches upon. He invites us to have a guess at his age, which is tricky, because as soon as he opens his mouth everyone knows that his face is not telling the story.

He turns out to be 29, and have his own gaff and girlfriend, yet still be in need of ID down the pub. There would be no point in progressing to material without addressing his looks; no one would be able to concentrate.

When it comes to the crunch, the material turns out to be interesting, observational and light. Green draws on concepts like speed-dating for devout Catholics and those wordy warnings on the sleeves of DVDs, to good effect.

Of particular loveliness is a story about the dreaded last tube home. Drunken affability is restored to the shoe-gazing travellers by the distribution of little bits of bubble wrap. It’s all very entertaining, pleasant fun.

Green has some solid material, nothing mind-blowing, just regular laughs skilfully pulled together to form a charming whole.

Reviewed by: Chloe Smith