The rule of threes is nothing new in comedy and so it’s super handy that Nick Capper has thoughtfully assigned a title to each third of his hour at The Howling Hour. Broke: well, goes without saying that a stand-up comedian isn’t exactly rolling in the moolah. Useless: can’t turn the notifications off in his ADHD mind, thus inducing helplessness at standard household tasks. And sterile: ironically, given he’s the spokesdude for Pilot, the swimmers ain’t swimming either.

But here’s where it gets clever, because Capper knows how to pack the laughs in, with a take on the world that’s just left-of-centre enough to be surprising and familiar all at the same time. It’s good-hearted too: he’s just a normal, if slightly shambolic, bloke who’s trying to put good things into the world. He loves his missus and can’t believe his luck when Pilot decide to gift him a (heavily sponsored) dirt bike in lieu of a fee, while a bit about anxiety feels heartfelt and gently illuminating.

He twitches and hunches on stage, a bag of energy, which is put to good use in a series of seemingly random outbursts: the ADHD mind made real, blurting out whatever happens to be sitting there. But even this feels thought-through, smart. In fact, Capper’s great. The hour goes by in a flash, the crowd laughs pretty much non-stop, and there’s enough heart in there that you feel you’re laughing with him at the absurdities of the world, rather than at his life, as the title might suggest.