Irishwoman Sharon Mannion seems to have stolen Tommy Tiernan’s soul. This impressive newbie has the very same accent, rhythms, tone and powerful hectoring style as her illustrious compatriot. And if you’re going to emulate someone’s delivery, you might as well go right for the very best.

The material’s mostly on the familiar subjects of drunkenness and the stupid things you do under the influence – or, rather, the chilling morning-after reminders that let you piece together the full embarrassing story of the night before.

Yet she tells it remarkably well, with a faultless performance, rich in indignity and passion, that demolishes all before it