A self-described ‘sad, speccy guy with a tote bag’, but give this wee man a mic and he’s an absolute short king. He makes it look easy; sailing absurdly between Ozempic weight loss, the Oasis reunion and boiling dirty pants in hotel kettles and finding effortless, big laughs in pretty much of all the strange ports he stops in. Some of his more straightforward material could wither and die in the hands of a lesser mortal, but his singular, confident delivery does a lot of the heavy lifting, elevating mundane observations into a higher tier of wry, self-deprecating entertainment.

Some will know him from his darkly funny podcast Here Comes The Guillotine, with Frankie Boyle and Susie McCabe. Like that, it feels accessible and the crowd tonight yields quickly to his Glaswegian charms, much like the Australian women that he seems to be catnip for. He’s got a new Aussie girlfriend after breaking up with his previous Australian partner of eight years, and sometimes he eats noodles with his headphones on to distract himself from dwelling on the existential angst associated with ‘walking away from a mortgage’.

But underneath the seemingly pedestrian subject matter (video games, Irn-Bru appreciation, THC vape pens), Macarthur-Boyd buries more zeitgeisty references. While you were laughing about komodo dragons or posh Surrey fashion, he was lining up material about transphobia among male stand-up comedians, Islamophobia in the police force and perhaps bisexuality in his own closet (he’s still asking himself a few questions about that one). A talented, chic geek.

Christopher Macarthur-Boyd: Howling At The Moon, Monkey Barrel, until 24 August, 9pm.