Not for the first time have the words, ‘this is the weirdest gig I’ve ever done’, come out of an exasperated comedian’s mouth. But with the ever-enthusiastic and chirpy Des Clarke, you feel inclined to believe what he says. On reading that his new Fringe show is called Final Destination, the heart might sink at the thought of a hauntingly familiar hour about shenanigans on late-night buses, mishaps with those crazy space-age toilet doors you get on trains and too-close encounters with perma-grumpy Scottish taxi drivers.

But thankfully, Clarke’s attention is constantly directed away from his script (surely the longest comedy dossier in Edinburgh given that he rarely pauses for breath in 60 minutes) by a mildly fractious crowd, many of whom forgot to go pee-pee before the show started. At breakneck speed, Clarke plugs the gaps by hurtling through his material which does include a couple of stories about cabbies (scary rather than moody ones) and in the main the result is confident and pleasing stand-up.

The best tale is left for last as he recounts his experience of carrying the Olympic torch in Glasgow (insert your own joke right here) but his lovely storytelling style is spoiled only by the odd tired sequence: how can anyone still be doing jokes about the botched Glasgow Airport terrorist attack?

Assembly George Square, 623 3030, until 27 Aug (not 14), 8pm, £13--£14 (£11--£12).