Find your way through the winding paths behind the backs and you get to Wolfson (eventually). The foyer for the Howler – Wolfson's resident stand-up comedy gig – was fizzing with eager comedy-goers. My initial feelings were that there seemed to be a completely different vibe in the audience than the ones you find yourself among when going to see comedy shows in town. Rolling into Wolfson Bar, you see it isn't much like a comedy night you're used to in Cambridge within the arms of the theatre, but more so within the belly of a gig – dark and grimy, making you slightly reminisce of your angsty teenage years. 

The night was compered by the charming Fin Taylor, a prime example of 'that guy' who tends to often appear on comedy stages, chortling about his own balls and place in society. Indeed, a mature college is perhaps the perfect place to foster immature gags like those in his repertoire. His digs at old Mary Berry, however, might have been a tad too harsh to render any laughs other than the awkward kind. 

The night kicked off with Miz Zoe Hashimoto with a valiant effort, not entirely well executed, but endearing nonetheless. Next to join us was Rob Oldham, a veteran to the comedy stage, with a rather fine set and the diamond ability to laugh at his own misfortunes. Of particular note (although having had seen it before on the ADC stage) was that of his tongue-in-cheek description of young conservative voters as "elitist, tolerant and cruel" (cue the rolling of eyes).

In comes the token ukulele, held and played by the very talented Izzy Rees. A good take on the Tim Minchin-esque style of comedy – I don't think I've laughed so much to a song as when the first verse of her parody about Ryannair was played. Ken Cheng followed with his dry and brassy set. Indeed, it seemed, by the volume of the laughter in the room, that Ken was a firm favourite with the crowd. His evidently brilliant brain and mind made for a very unique ten minutes of pure comedy. 

Felicity Ward, our headliner, brought with her, all the way from Australia, a wonderfully compelling presence. Felicity held the stage with ease without fail throughout her forty-minute-long set, and coming from the Edinburgh Fringe, Russell Howard's Good News and John Bishop's New Variety Show, and with awards including Best Australia Act 2012, you can't be expecting anything less. 

The Howler was a great night. The quality of comedy did vary, although most tended to veer towards the side of brilliance. Indeed, no two comedian was the same - there must be a round of applause to whoever chose them as an ensemble collection. Usually I wouldn't recommend heading this far West for a night of mild chuckling. However, the three-hour long event held my attention without fail, and left me with far stronger abdominal muscles than before. Not one to miss come the next Howler at the end of November.