The low-key Christie starts her observational set slowly and quietly with a nice, if entirely expected, take on her inbred Gloucester roots.

But slowly, almost imperceptibly, she becomes increasingly malicious, demonstrating a delicious cruel streak that belies her wide-eyed, butter-wouldn't-melt appearance.

It's a winning comedy stance, and Christie has the jokes to match. There's a missing ingredient somewhere, probably just experience, that means the set doesn't quite soar to the heights it should, but there's a lot of promise here.