Jack Skipper: former carpet fitter, successful TikTok celeb and bloody normal bloke. Those are the tentpoles holding up his debut Skint, which acts as a primer for the comic’s humdrum life. But really this loose series of sketches is a way for the South Londoner to flex his developing observational style around hoary ideas. With little care for slick segues, we hop from ‘airports are a bit annoying’ to ‘weren’t things different in the 90s?’ with a side-helping of ‘aren’t dads resistant to change?’ and a dollop of ‘the youth of today are weird’. 

Not original, then, but Skipper is gifted with a likeable persona and flashes of effective wordplay that complement his trad style. Even with almost aggressively generic gags about nightclubs and long-term relationships, the audience is never less than on his side. He’s moving slowly from rags to riches in his personal life; hopefully his material enjoys a similar ascent. 

Jack Skipper: Skint, Pleasance Courtyard, until 25 August, 8.20pm; main picture: Jiksaw