‘It’s impossible to be a straight white male at the Edinburgh Fringe’ reiterates Amos Gill to a receptive, sold out room of 120 people. If you’re somebody that gets more annoyed by low-level hypocrisy than genuine issues then this is the show for you. A lot of Gill’s humour is reminiscent of the ‘banter’ of a mate from home that you’re not too sure if you like any more but your friends have collectively agreed to keep around. There’s jokes about ‘transgenders’, various flippant slurs thrown around, and lashings of cynicism usually reserved for somebody with interesting things to say.

And yet, throughout all this, Gill remains convinced that he’s the cleverest person in the room. He’s preaching to the converted for the majority of the show but even they don’t seem convinced most of the time. In his defence, he occasionally makes a few salient points, some of which are almost funny, but these usually end up being derailed by somebody who sounds like a card-carrying member of the Joe Rogan School of Ethics. His firebrand political critique tends to end up sounding like the lame whinging of an unnecessarily bitter man. If Amos reads this review, he’ll likely equate the negative comments to some clandestine Cultural Marxist agenda. That’s not the reason why; it’s because most of his jokes weren’t very funny.

Amos Gill: Going Down Swinging, Underbelly Bristo Square, until 25 August, 7.45pm.