Making his Fringe debut at the ripe old age of 81, Jeff Stark shows a nascent talent for raconteurship that belies his inexperience. A former ad man, the voice of the Walls sausage’s dog no less, this Stirlingshire native is wry and at times touching on the quirks of being elderly, what it robs you of but also what we all stand to gain too. Old Fart Gassing is a generally positive, uplifting hour, even if death and decrepitude are occasional spectres at the feast.

Although he’s at pains to establish his geriatric credentials, Stark isn’t out of touch or excessively backward-looking, relating his flatulence travails to the climate crisis, making a nod to the emergence of woke and non-binary identities, and expounding on sex for the venerable and infirm. Some of his gags are a little laboured, still others tend towards familiar subject matter, a Saga magazine contents page of laments for lost faculties.

Yet that said, he’s mentally and physically spry enough to move around his small room and command attention, as he varies up the character of his routines and all the while, proves eminently relatable, bridging generations. Storytelling is his strongest suit. And he offers snapshots of a life well-lived in a show that delivers more than its crude, perhaps off-putting title suggests.

Jeff Stark: Old Fart Gassing, Greenside @ George Street, until 24 August, 8.55pm.