As I leave the theatre, I check if my mascara has run in after crying with laughter thanks to a storming final half hour by comedian Omid Djalili.

The Iranian-born British comedian had won me over with some distinctly dodgy material at times with his sheer likeability after a somewhat shaky start.

Djalili is a chameleon-like performer with a phenomenal ability to capture accents which are quite simply funny.

He mixes it up with a pseudo-intellectual observational package in which he appears to be highlighting the hypocrisies in religion, politics and society.  In reality, when you laugh, it’s usually because he’s done a funny voice or told a slightly rude joke.

This dressing up of silly humour gives him lee-way to skirt around some taboo issues such as disability and race. It’s hard to keep up the PC line when it is just funny to listen to a skit about Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu arguing over the garden fence complete with excellent South African accents.

The start of the show was slow with the audience appearing to be a little resistant to some of the subject matter but they eventually warmed-up following the barrage of silliness, good humour and mischief-making.