Jamie D’Souza wouldn’t be your first pick for a stand-up comedian. A self-confessed nerd, D’Souza uses his skills in data analytics (not traditionally a lavish hunting ground for laughs) to plot the nefarious sexual exploits of his landlord and calculate the exact probability of anything other than a pat on the navel when using sex dice. Add to that a docile upbringing in a half Swiss half Indian (‘Swindian’) household in Staines and you’d be forgiven for brushing aside anyone proffering a flyer to this hour of comedy. 

However, you’d be wrong. See, D’Souza might have a prurient obsession with datasets, but he also has an uncanny knack of making the world of number-crunching extremely funny. Battling against seepage from the Frankie Monroe show next door (he welcomes the crowd overspill with open arms), D’Souza uses an earnestness and supreme likeability to broach everything from his struggle with an eating disorder to pacifying racist dogs on MDMA. Wading into a bizarre conversation concerning a Norwegian audience member mixing up Thorpe Park with Alton Towers and holding his nerve in the face of a man who claims to have ‘restored 65,000 foreskins’, D’Souza has the nous and repartee to inflate his numbers even further.

Jamie D’Souza: Brownie, Monkey Barrel Cabaret Voltaire, until 24 August, 10pm; main picture: Ian Bowkett.