The last Footlights Smoker of term was like childhood; you don’t realise how much fun you’re having until it’s all over. (Also, because it involved ice cream, Peter Pan and a statistically unusual number of paedophilia jokes). Despite feeling vaguely unsatisfied when we walked out the door, a review of the line-up revealed a consistently high-quality night of comedy; unnerving titters echoed down the college halls as I re-read my notes. The show included many clever ideas, generally well-executed, and the sense of disconnection came mostly from the unavoidable break mid-show for an audience member taken ill.

For the uninitiated, the fortnightly Smoker brings together sketches, slapstick, stand-up and songs, tied together by a patchwork of segues. This week, a couple of these linkages were highlights in themselves. The delightfully deadpan discussion by a father and son of the young man’s relationship problems with his rent-boy was hilarious, and the punch line – “you need to think about your future – get a mortgage-boy” - was perfect. Similarly, the recurring theme of eyeball-removal-related visual puns (I am now of the firm opinion that no production of Oedipus should go without them) were great. “Don’t roll your eyes at me” and “I couldn’t catch her eye” take on a whole new meaning when two eyeballs/onions are hurtling across the stage. Occasionally it’s reassuring to remember that the average Cambridge student’s sense of humour has stagnated a couple of rungs beyond snorting when someone names genitalia in public, and the peals of laughter at dismembered body part jokes certainly demonstrated that fact.

It’s impossible to give space to every act in this review, but here is a selection of other standouts. The best included the character piece of an Indian father, revealing himself to be increasingly paranoid about his paternity (“This boy is Indian! He’s blue like Krishna”) and even the identity of the child’s mother. It felt a little Yes Minister; utter illogic covered by the utter propriety of a Jim Hacker-esque voice. Though this could be mere patriotic bias, I also really enjoyed the McDingo’s sketch, where a fast food restaurant manger forced the worst of Australian culture upon a hapless Scottish employee. The ridiculous Australian accents would have been enough, but the interrogation about that week’s developments in Neighbours was a cherry on top. Woman’s Time was a wonderful mix of BBC English and lines like “knitting patterns, abortions and lesbians – three things to do with knitting needles” , and the Master of Judas College’s dystopian rant to the freshman class made the audience yearn for the eccentric days of yore – what Master today would describe learning as “the baby seal of ignorance being clubbed to death”?

There are two things which are unique to Footlights Smokers. First, they play to probably the most friendly crowd on Earth – it’s pretty hard to bomb at the ADC Theatre. But secondly, this show is put together the weekend before it’s performed out of the material from auditions, and the production runs like clockwork. All in all, it’s a remarkably good night out.