Matt Rudge

While he’s the sort of nice, respectable boy you might take home to meet your mother, Rudge isn’t lighting any fires in this lolloping show, which features meandering dialogue and humour with little spark. The routine seems a bit too earnestly practised, lacking fluidity or flair, though Rudge’s natural warmth does keep the whole thing afloat.

Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 29 (not 17), 7.15pm, £11–£12 (£9.50–£11).