Mike Goldstein is a seasoned comedian who knows exactly how to work a crowd to his advantage (although he is momentary floored by the 14 year-old sitting in the front row, he takes a beat and decides to do the testicle joke anyway).

The show’s title forms a simple framing device: he brings a covered-up timer on stage with him and reckons he’s got around 40 minutes or so in him, more if we’re interesting enough to play. He warns us to look out for the 30 minute lull, too. The structure is loose enough not to really matter; it serves as a jumping-off point for his loquacious chat on subjects like relationships, mullets, homophobia, drugs and why everyone in Australia knows the dance to Nutbush City Limits.

Goldstein isn’t setting out to break comedy boundaries; but he is setting out to make us laugh and he connects really well with the crowd. There is heaps of crowd work, heaps of bold choices and heaps of laughs. The time really does fly by: when he whips the cover off his timer we find we were too busy enjoying ourselves to have a lull and there’s still enough gas in Goldstein’s tank to take us up to 50 minutes. Time flies when you’re having fun.