From the intricate way that Nabil Abdulrashid describes it, the west end of Croydon’s High Street sounds like a bizarre place indeed. His neighbourhood is peppered with extraordinary personalities such as the various halal butchers who, having recently fought the Taliban, will brook absolutely no shit with the area’s contingent of petty crooks. He categorises all his friends there as either semi-retired criminals or conspiracy theorists, with Abdulrashid bouncing between the two camps, frequently agog at what he sees. 

He claims to have had ‘severe rage’ ever since he was a child and confesses that he always sides with the monster in horror films, yet in person he’s as amicable as can be. Awkward situations bring out the interloper in him; this could be down to his split upbringing in south London and Nigeria which has blessed him with an outsider’s perspective. 

As someone diagnosed with ADHD before (as he suggests) it became trendy post-pandemic, he posits that much of his singular worldview has been formed by this condition. Another comedian recently used his own ADHD as an excuse for a serious crime, and Abdulrashid stamps all over that with relish. He also has an interesting take on how best to tackle toxic masculinity, something that’s been heightened by the arrival of his two young daughters (who he brings to life with sweet imitation). Clearly enjoying himself, Abdulrashid is a likeable raconteur with a unique perspective. 

Nabil Abdulrashid: The Purple Pill, Pleasance Courtyard, until 27 August, 6.05pm.