Schalk Bezuidenhout recounts his time growing up in 1990s South Africa as the ungainly son of a disappointed ‘rugby dad’. He describes his adversity on the athletics field in a little too much detail using florid Afrikaans terms, many of which connect with a large South African contingent in tonight. Also in the audience, inexplicably, is a six-year-old child, and it’s to Bezuidenhout’s credit that he addresses this matter early on and makes some comic hay of it.

The story of his early years isn’t exactly awash with incident. Much of it is broadly inconsequential and his exuberant style belies a dearth of action or insight. Some material on 90s internet porn, while fitting with the story, is obviously well out of date; and without sufficient context, his cultural references can be rather esoteric. Bezuidenhout himself is pleasant company but he needs more substantial material in order to break through. 

Gilded Balloon Teviot, until 29 August, 7.40pm.