For a show purportedly about religion, it’s remarkably light on ideas. The professed theme is a launch pad for a collection of faintly prosaic anecdotes, told with gusto and an irresistible affability. Robins is a fluent storyteller, and after puffing up his skinny frame with preposterous pomp or unlikely gangsta stylings, he’s always ready with a sharply-timed bathetic prod.

The Caves, 556 5375, until 28 Aug, 7pm, £8–£9 (£7–£8).