Raffish Irish Black Books star Dylan Moran is nothing if not random.

When a stand-up walks on stage and claims that driving a car is now "90 per cent swearing in a box", you know it is time to sit back, relax and enjoy a chuckle-filled romp through the slightly surreal.

But there is a big weight of intellect behind Moran's jokes, even if in the first half of this gig he managed to have a pop at half of the civilised world and said all anyone thinks of when they listen to a German is "Hitler, Hitler, Hitler".

The Americans, Ecuadorians, people who live in the countryside ("all they ever do is drink tea and visit each other's houses") and Brightonians ("the bead-selling capital of the country") all took hits from Moran's laconic wit.

Lovers also got both barrels: "People in love don't really understand what's going on. It's basically two sets of genes screaming at each other," according to Moran.

But it was all harmless and hilarious fun and by the interval he had most of the audience laughing at the merest hint of a joke.

That is, of course, the mark of a good stand-up - getting the crowd on your side and getting on such a roll the laughs flow faster than a greasy eel wearing silk pyjamas.

The key to Moran's style is, it seems, that he just doesn't care. At times he is so laidback he could easily topple over. Each joke is delivered between swigs of coffee and puffs on chain-smoked cigarettes.

Before the encore Moran announced: "I've got to go and lie down now but you make a lot of noise and complain a lot and I'll come back on and do the Shirley Bassey thing."

Just as he was finally walking off, he did another about turn and said "oh and one more thing I forgot to say" before launching off into another mini tongue-in-cheek diatribe about being a celebrity.

Random he may be but Moran never fails to hit the mark.