Most people leave Martin Creed’s art shows thinking they could probably come up with something similar. After all, he won the Turner Prize for a piece with a light switching on and off and has stuck Blu-Tack and masking tape on the walls of major arts institutions in the name of creation.

It’s the same with his musical exploits. But then it’s also easy to recognise there is something unique in it – though that may well be because it is Outsider Performance Art made on expensive equipment.

I, for one, love his humour. Pass Them On is sage advice for anyone who ever felt miserable and 1234 jokes at the predictability of so many songwriters.

A few in the audience left fairly rapidly on seeing a young lady crouch and answer nature’s call as Creed projected clips from his video Sick And S***.

We saw a penis rise and fall, too, while he raced through his snappy, raggy post punk numbers. In truth, he stayed a bit too long. It would have been apt to leave after F*** Off.

The tartan-clad Scot with beady eyes, wiry grey hair and moustache broke strings, stopped songs because his guitar slipped off and tried to keep in time with a session bass player reading music off a stand.

He’s not to everyone’s taste – but he wouldn’t be much fun if he was.