However, expectations are quickly overturned when he sets out his startlingly original premise: Ruddell could not be arsed to come to the gig, so has recorded his set and sent along his braindead plasterer, Kev, to deliver it, verbatim, prompted by a recording played through his headphones.

You will have never seen anything like this on a comedy stage before, but it is more than a clever gimmick – as Ruddell peppers the script with plenty of genuinely funny lines, plus a subversive deconstruction of audience banter. Something very different, and funny with it.