The May heat didn't stop Stephen K Amos delivering a packed, fast-paced set of acerbic insults juxtaposed with moments of genuine affection for his audience.

Constantly interjecting his pre-planned material with ad lib remarks and crowd-involving banter, Amos contemplated the issues of youngsters crippled by arthritis due to excessive texting, and whether he'd have to wait for Lenny Henry to die before the BBC found room for another black comedian.

His talent for accents - coupled with a frantically expressive face - saw him leap from corduroy-wearing toff to plain-speaking Antipodean to South London yardie, with barely a breath in between.

The pace slackened a little halfway through, but overall this was an exhilarating, edgy show, with Amos clearly enjoying the interaction. "Would anyone care to join me for a drink?" he finished. Had I not had to rush off and write this, I'd have been the first one there.