It is no surprise Alan Carr can yap until the cows come home – or fly past the window as the case may be.

This is just one of the animal encounters which has the audience roaring with thunderous laughter. Dogs, rhinos, all manner of insects and particularly the pesky Palace Pier flies all appear in his exhaustingly surreal tirade of thought.

It is a like a trip to a chaotic bargain store where everything is thrown in and up for grabs to discuss – from the demise of Woolies, a bizarre encounter on a Jack the Ripper tour to skiing across his nan’s lino floor.

Carr’s anecdotes are told as though you are sitting in his living room having a raucous gossip.

He brims with flamboyance and energy, bouncing off the audience which descends into hysterics as he gallivants around the stage, flicking his static hair out of his face.

At points he is so excitable the gags topple from his tongue in such shrill exclamations you miss them for sniggering.

His fans love it regardless – it is everything you expect from Carr with the added light-hearted dig at The Argus and people from Hove.

Four stars