I’m a big fan of Miranda. Next time I have a party, I’m definitely going to ask her along. She’d be the life and soul.

Funny then, a lot of her first stand-up gig involved discussing her social inadequacies and faux pas at social events such as parties and weddings.

Apparently she’s regularly putting her foot in it and showing herself up with the vicar or potential boyfriends by farting, weeing herself on a trampoline and an embarrassing incident involving a man’s belt.

Most of her material has been explored in her hit BBC TV show Miranda, which has endeared her to millions as the natural successor to Joyce Grenfell.

The difficulty for Miranda the stand-up is many of her funniest moments work as slapstick visual gags and are sadly not as good in the telling. Also, live comedy traditionally expects a TV comedian to be a little bit more “real” and honest on stage. It’s impossible to believe smart, sassy Miranda really goes to parties with vicars in a Terry and June lifestyle.

I sense there’s an even funnier, sharper Miranda underneath the buffoon character Miranda, who will one day be allowed to shine.

Even so, her likeability won through and just being in her company for a few hours made the show a lovely, uplifting evening out.