I enjoyed Alun Cochrane’s stand-up show on Saturday but couldn’t help feeling that the end was a little abrupt.

I can’t work out if it was a planned end or in fact, Mr Cochrane cut the whole thing short because he was fed-up with the audience sneaking in front of him to go to the toilets.

It seemed a shame, no-one had told Cochrane that the toilets could only be accessed by walking in front of the stage and causing interruptions.

At first, he seemed to take it in his stride but one man really upset him by swerving in front of him (he was Saturday night) and he appeared to lose his composure for a while.

Not long after, it seemed as if the show ended extremely suddenly, bang on an hour.

It is probably that I was enjoying myself and wanted the show to go on.

His gentle meanderings, reminiscent of Ronnie Corbett in the big red chair on The Two Ronnies, are insightful and fun taking in such subjects as bringing up children, the effect of a dog on your sex life and how he likes shouting.

Occasionally he almost ruined it by resorting to some easy laughs through swearing, a cheap victory he pointed out himself. He’s got enough good material not to have to do so.

His set appears to be entirely without structure which is a clever feat to pull off, particularly as he cleverly bounces off the audience vibes in the room.