Glaswegian Alan Jay’s debut is thoroughly enjoyable and has the added bonus of several moments where you get to clutch your pearls and pretend to be shocked. Jay has had a varied life, which provides plenty of fuel for this first hour; a life that started off mainly with the lows, telling of how he grew up in a deprived area of Glasgow with addict parents and an unsurprisingly disrupted education. This show serves as both a celebration and a marker of just how far he’s come.

It gloriously revels in his sexuality, which is also the source of many deliciously smutty gags. He moves through his travels, embracing his love and skill with language and eventual entry into formal higher education as a mature student. Jay is a thoroughly affable chap and it’s gladdening that he found his way in life and is getting more action than a washing machine on a spin cycle. Alongside the smut he also possesses a fine line in dark humour with plenty of close to the bone lines: having addicts as parents probably helps.

Alan Jay: Hell Hath No Humour Like A Gayboy Scorned, Gilded Balloon Patter House, until 30 August, 6pm.