Any Belinda Carlisle fans in Glenn Moore's crowd will leave this show rather disappointed that there is but one passing reference to the Go-Go's singer. Instead, the half of Thünderbards that's not Matt Stevens brings us another hour of comedy emanating from perfectly plausible scenarios but dragged kicking and screaming into all manner of splendidly silly places.

Rooted in his teenage awkwardness with girls as he attempts to thrive in a small village environment, the tale revolves around the chill of the chase and a missing woman. But in all frankness, a workable plot is the least of anyone's concerns in a Glenn Moore show. It's all about the unlikely set-ups and crooked lens through which he comes at jokes with routines coming hard and fast at us about the fatness of a Sports Direct mug, losing faith in Boko Haram, and blink-and-you'll-miss-them- references to Dizzee Rascal and Christmas trees.

It's all entirely pleasurable but on the back of last year's similarly paced and themed debut, there's a faint whiff of marginally diminishing turns. Heaven might not quite be a place in The Tron but Glenn Moore remains a quirkily enjoyable and gag-laden talent.

Just the Tonic at The Tron, until 27 Aug, 6.20pm, £5 or Pay What You Want.