Looking like Su Pollard got trapped in one of those small shiny pop-up tents when it snapped shut on her, Lucy Pearman plays The Moon. Bored with being outshone by all the stars, she’s popped down to get some attention. This is a thorough delight of a show with such a simple set-up, the success of which lies in the performer’s complete commitment to her charming celestial character. Pearman frequently leaves the stage to move about the audience having been hilariously helped off it by a burly man: it’s clearly very difficult to manoeuvre around when you’re trapped in a circular disc.

Relying on everyone’s primary-school knowledge of both the solar system and a certain nursery rhyme, she dishes out a range of oddball but charming props, giving many audience members roles to play. The jokes lean towards the obvious (Pearman promises she won’t ‘go there’ with Uranus but does anyway) but they’re all knowingly and ironically delivered and given such a lightness of touch that they are rendered funny. However, creating an element of conflict to cut through the warm and fuzzy, The Sun keeps calling and he’s not happy, the big killjoy that he is.

Lucy Pearman: Lunartic, Monkey Barrel Cabaret Voltaire, until 24 August, 1pm.