Beyond a marathon touring schedule, Chris McCausland doesn’t have grand ambitions for his latest show. In his relaxed, amiable characterisation, he’s a middle-aged everybloke who got an unexpected break on Strictly Come Dancing and now has a greater platform to share his relatable anecdotes and observations. He contrasts the down-to-earth, somewhat aimless wanderings of his youth with the glitzy world of celebrity. Arguing with ITV for the politically incorrect descriptions of characters in his local pub for The Royal Variety Performance, he plots childishly spectacular career suicide with Brian Conley at Queen Elizabeth II’s Jubilee celebrations.

More so than his blindness, which shapes his routines even when incidental, providing plenty of topper gags and reinforcing his frustrations with the modern world, McCausland’s persona is that of the jobbing comic who’s suddenly been thrust into the limelight, reporting back from encounters with Prince William and Ed Sheeran and the travails of rushing out a cash-in memoir and audiobook. His lack of sight affords him slight variation on the familiar prostate examination humiliation of the middle-aged male stand-up. And both his disability and health issues do help him kick against being seen as a safe, mainstream entertainer, with rather risqué routines about audio-described porn and the male G-spot, the former endearingly naughty, the latter a little regressive and laboured.

Having done his time on the comedy circuit for the better part of two decades, it seems inconceivable that McCausland is unaware of how close his bit about Arnold Schwarzenegger’s accent in the Terminator films is to a famous routine by Brendon Burns. And the cliffhanger about Sheeran that he closes the first half with is never the vendetta he sets it up as. Wry, warmly delivered and with occasional flashes of boundary-probing mischief, Yonks! feels like a comedian still grappling with how to approach the next level of fame.

Chris McCausland: Yonks! is on tour until Monday 18 May; reviewed at Theatre Royal, Glasgow.