Aw, Nick Robertson, the wee pocket rocket that you wish was your mate. He’s all ‘would you like a cushion’ and ‘how about a cuppa tea’ as we enter The Library At Ayers House to hear about his sharehouse antics. He claims to straddle the line between storytelling and stand-up, helpfully explaining to us that if we laugh, it’s stand-up, and if we don’t, it’s a story. But, just like in number 68, things aren’t quite that clean-cut IRL and his comedy-storytelling is strong enough to stand in a category of its own.  

Sharehouses are fertile ground (hell is, after all, other people): we’ve all got one or two of our own and there’s nothing like that for bringing an audience together. The comedy is there in spades, but the storytelling has you believe it’s all true and not at all exaggerated for comic effect, shame-free flatmate, house bunny named Meataxe, toilet-plunging landlady and all. Robertson’s a good boy, and a happy Friday night audience more than proves there’s room for his lovely stylings in the box marked ‘good night out’.  

Nick Robertson: Everything That Happened At Number 68, Ayers House, until Saturday 1 March, 8.15pm.