A formidable newcomer, Osborn is surely heading for bigger things - though he still has plenty of hurdles to overcome yet.

His brilliance lies in his on-stage persona, bursting with comic potential. He's not the first comedian to find laughs in the arrogant superiority of an erudite upper-middle-class character, but he has added layers of twerpishness, other-worldliness and social ineptitude to make it his own.

Within that context, Osborn has found room for a heady mix of gloriously politically incorrect comments, casually unknowing self-deprecation and genuinely funny surrealism, as well as the gloriously patronising snobbishness.

It's a distinctly odd sort of humour, and one which those wanting their comics to fit a well-defined mould sometimes struggle to warm to. Osborn is not an act that necessarily interacts well with bawdy audiences, but those who are prepared to sit back and watch a crafted comedy performance unveil are well-rewarded. He's not for everyone, but perfect for some.

But for now Osborn finds himself in that difficult period between being rightly acclaimed as a brilliant newcomer and establishing himself as a name capable of drawing his own audience. That means playing clubs not especially designed for his sort of unique, downplayed talent, but slowly picking up fans (and, undoubtedly, detractors) until he reaches his comedic destination. Here's hoping he gets there.