Rob Brydon quickly explained that he is not the edgiest comedian. He does not attract heroin-addicted Russell Brand fans, though he did have someone who had issues with Horlicks in High Wycombe.

This self-mocking early line set the tone for an evening of unapologetically shirt-tucked-in comedy with the occasional spiky flicker.

The Welsh wag has dispensed with previous character-based material in favour of a grab-bag of gags, celebrity voices and songs.

Things started slowly, however, with a lengthy anecdote about fatherhood, complete with Ronnie Corbett impression and golfing joke.

It felt as if he was performing on a chat show rather than on stage and the lack of engagement with his audience was worrying.

Yet Brydon soon gathered momentum. Bantering with the front row, he struck gold, ribbing an RBS employee from Ebbw Vale called Johann.

Like Frankie Howerd, Brydon has a great line in insulting fans while charming them.

His gruntperfect Tom Jones homage followed some corny oneliners and merely mentioning his role in hit sitcom Gavin And Stacey yielded further roars.

Things concluded with a singalong that was perilously close to karaoke, but enormous fun. The heroin addicts do not know what they are missing.

A fix of Brydon would do them the world of good.

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