Newcomer Tom Canty doesn’t seem at all at home on the stage, coming across as stilted and nervous. It’s an awkwardness that ill-suits his jokes, which sail very close to the wind.

When you’re covering such standard bad-taste territory as rape, disabilities and abortion, you need a ballsy swagger – not an almost apologetic air. And because he doesn’t appear comfortable with his own material, neither do the audience, meaning the harsh one-liners fall on stony ground. His chatty, more natural material goes down better – but there isn’t so much of that.