Adam Staunton is very young and very small, and he started off with expected lines on both – a Harry Potter lookalike gag, anyone? – before reinforcing a Scouse stereotype, too.

He has an engaging style, but in terms of content, there’s a lot here that’s been done before, particularly the recollection of being beaten as a child, with his father thwacking him on every syllable of the remonstration. More contemporary anecdotes seem unsatisfying, too, although they are well-told. There’s definitely scope for more ambition here.