Ian Stone

Life's an uphill struggle. It's easier going down a hill than up. A platitude of course, but after berating a harmless walker for suggesting such a thing, Ian Stone got to thinking that it's true. The good bit is that you're not alone, as everyone is dragging themselves upwards, whether they're having to deal with the credit crunch, pay for the full and active life of organic chickens or negotiate religion. Stone's own Jewish routes are rarely forgotten - he invites your attention to linger on his splendid nose - but he has a wry and self-mocking style, that usually more than makes up for the occasionally atrocious pun.

If Stone's moaning meanders, he pulls it right back and deals with latecomers and unplanned toilet breaks with wit and good grace. One-liners can be classic, mimicry amusingly painful (think the last Pope, head lolling). A consistently entertaining show with an endearing, intelligent and professional comedian.

Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 25 Aug (not 13), 10.40pm, £11.50–£12.50 (£10–£11).