Bobby Davro absolutely nailing a sung impression of Elton John (significantly better than Reginald Dwight himself manages these days) was not one of my predictions for this festival. Without the hissy fit self-pity of a Jim Davidson, Davro nevertheless starts from the tiresome canard that comedy is being stifled by woke political correctness and gently pushes back with a polished performance of predictably old-fashioned but expertly delivered gags.
The odd allusion to burqas, the cosily impotent sexism, even a routine about his children coming out as gay that prompts your sphincter to twitch in anticipatory fear; there’s little here to truly upset the liberal sensibilities of an arts festival. OK, so some of the jokes are hoarier than Davro himself (who, conversely, is looking fighting fit after his recent stroke) but not as many as you might anticipate.

His cajoling of three women in the crowd to be a backing band for his Elvis shtick won’t win any awards for equality or traditional gallantry. But more Fringe shows ought to embrace his mix of comedy and sincere songs as a novelty. A smattering of well-pitched Operation Yewtree cracks plus jabs at the likes of Huw Edwards and Phillip Schofield affords him a little edge and relevancy, while reiterating his status as an all-rounder and rare showbusiness survivor. (Jay Richardson)

Bobby Davro: Everything Is Funny… If You Can Laugh About It, Frankenstein Pub, until 25 August, 9pm.