For those who haven’t heard of it, Clare Comedy is the newest and least-imaginatively-titled college comedy night on the circuit. Very much in the guise of the Howler, CC is a night of student comedy topped off with a famous headliner; this time that headliner was Nick Doody. I won’t lie to you, I’d never heard of him. ‘He’s the new Dennis Leary,’ say The Galway List. ‘Great,’ I thought, ‘I’ve never heard of Dennis Leary ... or The Galway List.’

Last night’s compere was ex-Clarite and Fringe-regular Matt Kirschen. Likeable enough, Kirschen was perfectly adequate in the role, but I’m not sure he ever worked the audience into any kind of serious lather.

First of the acts proper was James Syrett, and, though he looked a little nervous, he made a jolly good fist of it. His bit on computer keyboards was great and when he re-enacted the first time someone inadvertently presses the ‘insert’ key when writing an essay, the place positively exploded.

The night certainly brightened up when Ahir Shah bounded on. He was very popular and did some nice bits on smoking and Gary Glitter, though I thought his bit on The Bible was a touch adolescent. I think he was aiming at being some sort of hilarious Richard Dawkins, but never really managed to be as hilarious as Dawkins’ own hair cut.

So it’s down to Doody, who had brought his whole Edinburgh set to CC lock, stock and jumbo A3 pad. His great big USP was that his set consisted of two mirrored halves, one on why Britain is terrible and one on why Britain is great. Rather nicely put together, he was good, I thought it, if often a little bit light on the old - whatchamacallums? - laughs.