Man-in-black Mick McGrath has a set that rambles all over the shop. He attempts to be bleak from the start with a routine about roadside death, but has neither the gags nor charisma to pull it off, and the subject matter, combined with his dull voice, creates a rather depressing atmosphere.

After that, this newcomer’s set sprawls out confusingly in all sorts of directions, including a recurring gag about the stolen key to a library toilet that’s almost unfathomable. Any sort of thread he may once have had quickly unravelled into a jumbled mess of half-finished thoughts. Focus, man. Focus!