Newcomer Martin Tapley can’t quite solidify his ideas into a solid set. He talks a bit posh, which he makes a great deal of in an extended build-up to a gag, which just relies on him doing a silly, exaggerated version of a strangulated Mancunian accent.

The best part of his set is a goat-raping digression, which starts as an aside before hijacking a huge chunk of his routine.

But he can’t generally pull off such dark material, though it’s not for want of trying, and tends too often to resort to overly brutal lines to get himself out of unbelievable situations.