Glenn Wool can be funny, sometimes.

There were some truly hilarious gags which made you laugh from looking at situations from new angles: whoever thought that turning water into wine was a good idea in the desert? Turn it back, please, God.

In fact, God generally was a Glenn target and came in for some entertaining earthly fire as did swans, gay people and the BBC.

But for some unknown reason, Canadian Glenn affected an accent from the Deep South which made him difficult to hear properly, especially when he built up into a defiant rant.

He could be a bit of a battering ram on particular hobby horses, some of which sailed very close to the wind, but there was no doubt of his quick cleverness and genuine comic talent. (And he’ll mix metaphors better than I can.)

A 13-week old baby gurgling happily on a bottle in the audience was a gift from the aforementioned God and Glenn Wool made the most of it, along with the usual mobile phone ring from a hapless young man in the front row.

Was he nearly famous and nearly an American superstar? Nearly, perhaps, but not quite.