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You can easily imagine that if you were to cut Jupp, he would bleed raspberry coulis with a crème fraiche drizzle.

Bookended – if you’ll excuse the pun – by a story of him having his book stolen on a train, Jupp is not so much furious but bewildered by the acts of dishonesty perpetrated against him.

Jupp covers topics that often appear in the white male stand up’s set: train travel, toilet activities and health problems in the trouser department – but he puts a different spin on them making them very much his own.

Verbose and highly eloquent, Jupp has a turn of phrase and keenly observed detail for all situations. When he interrupted his mother’s preparations for a dinner party by presenting her with a painfully swollen groin, he notes that before ringing for a doctor ‘my mother covered the food with foil’.

He even manages to make a story about there being no loo roll when he went for a pre-show poo sound like high literature.

But it’s dishonesty and the trend for unbelted, low-slung jeans that get his proverbial goat the most, with fine rants against both. Surely Drifting marks a new level of middle-class angst in comedy.

Reviewed by: Marissa Burgess