Bold and brash Scottish newcomer Barry McDonald looks and sounds mightily impressive. But then he gets into his material, and that notion is soon dispelled.

His strongest joke is an ancient heckle put-down, rejigged as if it happened to him, which he tagged with an even old one – ‘don’t you hate it when your dad comes to a gig’.

Elsewhere, he makes obvious observation about the unhealthy food supplied by Greggs the bakers, gets bogged down in an overlong discussion about a phrase he overheard in the street, then does a clichéd gag about those sultry Marks and Spencer adverts being re-voiced by a typical Glaswegian bloke.

There’s very little new here, which is such a shame as he’s an imposing stage presence with a strong delivery. If he ever does write some decent material, he’ll be a force to be reckoned with.