This embittered Geordie dole-blagger lost his job before the recession made it ‘fashionable’. 1993, actually. His puffed-up opinion of himself (‘ya brilliant basterd!’ he gushes, fantasising about getting his own TV show) and tweaked notions of heroism (a shipyard worker with Jason Bourne’s fighting skills) makes for great, if underdeveloped, hard-luck character comedy. His post-credit crunch ‘musical chairs’ is a highlight.

The Stand II, 558 7272, until 30 Aug (not 17), 2.55pm, £7 (£6).