NO-ONE was going to be late for the second half of Josh Widdicombe’s show What Do I Do Now? Not after poor Dan and Eve had been so publicly lambasted.

Their crime? They were late and instead of sitting in their allocated seats in the third row, chose to perch at the back until decent to move. Ripe pickings for any comedian.

Josh took great exception to the empty seats until Dan sealed his own fate by shouting out “they’re mine”, signing his own comedic death warrant, much to the audience’s enjoyment.

Josh seemed happiest chatting to the crowd, making great friends with a 14-year-old, 6ft 5in tall basketball player also named Josh Michael, flexing and warming up his able comic muscles with constant ripostes at the expense of a willing and adoring crowd.

It was almost a shame when he reverted to the rehearsed routine of the tour itself, in this, its closing night, the only giveaway that this show was slightly out of kilter, were his references to Christmas, now long gone.

This was of course because Josh had planned to recount exactly the same routine when he stood on the Playhouse stage back in September, only to be plunged into darkness due to an ill-timed power cut and had to cancel the show. The only return date he could manage was a month after the tour had finished, due to filming commitments. “It’s amazing I can remember this at all,” he noted.

For those of you yet to catch him live, Josh’s anecdotal, observational comedy isn’t particularly deep or clever, but wonderfully recognisable from the deficiencies of supermarket naan bread and the misplaced superiority of real ale drinkers, to the toilet roll alternatives used by his old flat mate and growing up in Dartmoor.

I was also expecting his show to be quite laddie, being a regular on male dominated comedy panel shows, but when it boiled down to it, Josh was just universally funny and I could have watched him all day.

4/5