Richard Herring said this tour, unlike previous explorations of love, death, religion and Hitler, was about telling stories about stupid things he’s done.

He also said that that there were themes but it was up to lazy reviewers to pick them out.

At the risk of sounding lazy, I think the first statement was closer to the truth but this show was not necessarily worse off for it.

After nearly 30 years of comedy performance, he made it look easy with all the self-aware, analytical meta-humour tics and traits he developed with former partner Stewart Lee still hitting the mark.

There were belly laughs aplenty with Herring picking out innuendo from even school hymns, breaking down the best work of Buster Keaton, Laurel and Hardy and the Chuckle Brothers into dry audio accounts and pointing out the magical power of the sombrero.

It was all good if not classic Herring, who even in third gear is still a damn sight funnier than most.

If there was a unifying theme, then it was in the joy of the show’s title The Lord Of The Dance Settee and the joy of Herring becoming a first time father at 47.

If that meant he had less time to explore deep, dark themes, this fan didn’t begrudge him that one bit.