South London comedian and activist Mark Thomas has been performing for 39 years now. If you’ve enjoyed him before, chances are you’ll love him here, back doing his usual shouty, apoplectic, incredibly well-researched socialist tirades. He rattles through the Rwanda policy, Farage riots and abortion clinic buffer zones, lasering in on the folks he thinks most deserve a good roasting onstage. His impressions are solid; brusque poshos and violent geezers drop in as he recaps on the time he accidentally found himself as the warm-up act for Tory Andrea Leadsom or imagines some Orange Order marchers drumming their way to pick up some messages from Sainsbury’s. 

His surreal reveries are a highlight: the image of Jeremy Corbyn as a WWE competitor in Spandex is particularly exquisite, and you’d really just have to be there to understand his bit about eating owls. There’s some autobiography too; the apple obviously didn’t fall far from the tree as Thomas’ dad (albeit a right-wing Thatcher supporter) was a street preacher, plus the 61-year-old stand up has recently fallen in love, much to his own surprise. Caustic rants with plenty of levity too.

Mark Thomas: Gaffa Tapes, The Stand, until 26 August, 1.15pm; main picture: Tony Pletts.