It’s a rare couple who admit to being in love on a live comedy show, especially one given by Hardeep Singh Kohli on a roll.

He’s looking for romance, sorry, Sikhing romance, and any brave soul who owns up to finding it will be in the spotlight for the next half hour.

Once he had suitable candidates in his sights, he was off, hilariously with weak-making riffs about badly arranged marriages and conjugal bliss, Punjabi-style.

His trademark is permanent self-deprecation as a small, plump brown man in a turban, often complemented by a Glaswegian kilt.

Sikh warrior? Not Hardeep, although he reckons he might be in the catering corps, a nod to his earlier incarnation as a funny man who could cook curry on stage.

His own journeys to love involved the Kama Sutra, a book he didn’t know, but described to his teacher parents who flung him across several yards of chutney and chapattis, and a romance with a beautiful younger girl who thought he was sweet until the neighbourhood urchins called him Grandpa.

His final joke involved the Churchill dog and it’s just not suitable for a family newspaper so you’ll have to buy a ticket.