Steve Hall's Very Still Life

Steve Hall has dubbed himself a "reverse Midas": everything that he touches turns to shit. From an Immac-related incident that left his backside “like the Chenobyl exclusion zone” to him committing an act of public indecency trying to face down a young thug, he does seem to manage to screw everything up. The same, however, can't be said for this engaging, intelligent and ultimately quite moving hour from the former We Are Klang member.

As he says at the start, this is a very simple show: there is no elaborate overarching concept and Hall never tries to be too clever. At its centre is the story of how he and his Australian wife were separated by the vagaries of the immigration system and his attempts to be reunited with her.

The public schoolboy background that makes Jack Whitehall so obnoxious only endears the audience to Hall, formerly of Habs Boys and Oxford, who manages to weave both a knob joke and a classical mythological reference into the same brilliant little sketch.

Perhaps too much of the humour comes from the sayings of his ballsy wife or his apparently very eccentric and spectacularly crude father, making Hall seem more like an adept relayer of other people's jokes and leaving little room for his own original material. But these moments are nevertheless worked seamlessly into an accomplished hour which ends in a touching reflection on the joys of being in love.