For one solid, breathless, sweating hour, Adam Drake doesn’t let it drop for a single second. If awards were given out for the comedic results of energy and memory alone, Goose would be snapping up every award in town. Maybe not the best poster one, but certainly all the others. Billed as ‘an odd new one-man comedy whodunit’, it doesn’t quite captivate in the same way that Joseph Morpurgo’s mystery hour does, but Drake has given himself a much trickier task: he’s on stage for the full 60 with no screened footage or costume changes to give us (and him) a slight breather.

A guitarist does sit in the corner, strumming and plucking away, sometimes giggling to herself, at other times giving a subtle nod to the tech guy for a lighting or sound cue. That’s the kind of largely irrelevant detail you sometimes pick up on when you have to give your eyes a slight break from the human whirlwind centre-stage.

The whodunit at the centre is an investigation into the culprit behind the homophobic slur daubed on David Schwimmer’s car. That’s the trigger for a plethora of manic or shy or shyly-manic characters (including a crushingly nervous Matt LeBlanc), bending and weaving in and out of the story, a swift 360 degree turn by Drake announcing a new scene. The speed at which everything whizzes by, just channelled through one man means it can sometimes be difficult to keep up, but for sheer verve and innovation, it’s hard to knock it.

Assembly Hall, 623 3030, until 25 Aug, 4.25pm, £9--£10 (£8--£9).