Best known as naff Northern club compere Jerry "The Saint" St Clair in Peter Kay's Phoenix Nights, Dave Spikey is now making a name for himself on the stand-up circuit.

Sharing much in common with Kay, he is a master of observational comedy and his gags came thick, fast and from all directions.

We hear about his love/hate relationship with sexy Jane, his car's bossy satellite navigation guide - and even The Argus letters page gets a good ribbing.

His former career as a biomedical scientist (before Phoenix Nights he was chief biomedical scientist in haematology at the Royal Bolton Hospital) also fuels much of his humour.

There's the shark-liver cure for piles, a thick nurse who couldn't make her computer work because she wrote "click" on the mouse and the Samurai who discovered acupuncture when he was stabbed in the stomach, only to find his headache had gone.

Unlike more surreal comics such as Ross Noble, who has about two real jokes in his entire set, Spikey was punchline heavy, with the class and professionalism of a traditional working-man's club comic.

Not particularly challenging or wildly original, it was clever, easy to identify with and delivered with expert timing. But at an hour and 20 minutes, the set flagged towards the end.