The only frills you’re going to get in Lindsey Santoro’s show are on the outlandish pink coat she wears as she takes to the stage. Though she quickly ditches that glamour for something she finds more comfortable – and entirely unstylish.

That’s a metaphor for her earthy comedy, too, with ribald stories of sex, her failing body, and generally being a bit of an idiot – with no themes, and definitely no sad bits. The lack of fashionable critic-bait didn’t stop the chatty Brummie’s debut, 2023’s Pink Tinge, scooping a nomination for best newcomer, mind.

The follow-up is a scrappier affair, and not just because of the battle in engaging a restrained midday crowd with midnight material. Even her supercharged giddy energy, zero-fucks-given attitude and generous jackal laugh are not enough to inject much life into the room.

She sets up her shtick as believing herself to be normal, even though all who know her comment that something ain’t right. And an icebreaker about a disastrous Celebrity Mastermind performance, when she melted into the eyes of Clive Myrie, dispels any doubt.

As the very definition of ‘too much’, she’s brazenly candid about the realities of her body, whether it’s her ‘long tits’ (a routine that aptly enough felt like it was sagging a bit, too) or taking intimate pictures that you just know are not going to stay private. Meanwhile the cornerstone routine here involves her partner getting into a very uncomfortable position during hot-tub sex.

Other routines come from being the mother of a daughter, who at four already – and amusingly –  seems to have the attitude of a middle-aged woman who’s given up on life. But Santoro’s reflections on the messaging in kids’ stories from Goldilocks to Spot The Dog, struggled to gain traction, despite being quite a long section.

She wants and expects effort in her relationship – a state of affairs she has found with her upper-middle-class partner, who unexpectedly took to the static caravan holiday the comedian took them on, although her descriptions of the cramped quarters, like the accommodation, never really went anywhere.

Nonetheless, her coarse charisma and boisterous energy are appealing, with some sections, such as the working-class Tarot cards, showing what she is capable of. But just not consistently so.