Shanyaski is an all-guns-blazing kinda guy, barrelling onstage and wasting no time ingratiating himself to a late-night crowd. His is a show, he promises, that will help the hapless sods among us to navigate the challenges of everyday life, his anti-Bear Grylls schtick apparently invaluable in the fields of settling down (house buying), communication (social media) and being happy (getting drunk). The premise is already a bit trite and wobbly, and made worse when, rather than sticking to his brief and adapting this faux-self helper persona, Shanyaski deteriorates into vaguely amusing tales of his middle-class laddish existence. He does have a real knack for physical comedy, his gurning and lolloping lending at least some interest to the performance, and tugs his material from the brink of banality with some well-placed surreality. But it’s hard to tell who his barbs are aimed at and why the very real Life Survival Bible, mentioned once at the beginning and then never again, isn’t actually incorporated into its eponymous show.

Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 26 Aug, 11pm, £8.50--£10.50 (£7.50--£9.50).