This was an eye-popping, fiddle-playing Irish scally, telling tall tales of his misadventures causing havoc across the world interspersed with musical interludes.

It would have been better if he hadn't made the fiddle whine like it was in pain.

Capitalising on the worst type of stereotype - that of the drunken, foolish Irishman - I found it difficult to find much to laugh at, but maybe I've just known too many scallies.

I had picked this piece out to go and see on the basis of its title but, like using this method to choose a horse to bet on, this was a bad idea.

Although this piece left me cold and I couldn't wait for it to finish, there were loads of people in the audience who were clearly amused by his antics.