'Red' is not Richardson's stage name but the result of his parents watching a particular Clint Eastwood film shortly after his birth. In his debut hour Richardson weighs up whether being named after a minor character that gets his butt kicked is better than being named after a sex-symbol.

The show takes a leisurely amble through his formative years, growing up in a hippy town in Devon with a relaxed attitude to drugs, then going to uni, getting a job at Greggs and auditioning to be Harry Potter, with plenty of self-depreciative humour along the way. He's particularly good when genuinely baffled by the feats of human endeavour, painting a hilarious picture of what life would be like in a world of Reds.

Richardson's laid-back demeanour makes for a convivial atmosphere as he shares stories of social awkwardness and muses on the problems of giving your children aspirational names. Despite some good throwbacks to earlier jokes and a neat story arch, the show doesn't yet feel like a fully fleshed-out 60 minutes of material. A few gaps need plugged but it's well on its way to being a terrific show.

Gilded Balloon Teviot, until 27 Aug, 5.45pm, £8.50–£9.50 (£7.50–£8.50).