Gradually but with appreciable progress, Susie McCabe has evolved over the last five years into one of the best storytelling comics in Britain. From the relatable but commonplace anxiety of turning 40, the Glaswegian stand-up spins effortlessly entertaining yarns about her eccentric parents’ love-hate relationship with her too-virtuous partner, the condescension attached to being an ‘old gay’ out on the town or, horror of horrors, being out on a hen night. 

Although she projects a cynical irritation with anything too pretentious or requiring too much effort, McCabe’s warmth, anecdotal flair and down-to-earth likeability makes light of religious and sexual friction with such dismissive accomplishment that you scarcely register the occasionally tricky context they arise from. 

Generally world-weary, yet with a simmering excitability borne from the incredulity of encountering fools, each of McCabe’s stories is a satisfying journey in itself, but strung along with a rich, regular punctuation of gags. In the manner of Billy Connolly, Kevin Bridges or Janey Godley, she can link one memorable tale to another via the flimsiest segue and it barely seems to matter, everything offered up with a nowt-as-queer-as-folk shrug. Susie McCabe is a performer in her absolute prime right now. 

Assembly George Square Studios, until 28 August, 7.45pm.