For anyone thinking comedy might have lost its organic origins, Simon Munnery’s Fylm show restored a belief that the handmade, the cerebral and, well, the half-finished, could still get belly laughs.

Performing from the middle of the audience from a box rigged up to cameras, mirrors and effects pedals, Munnery’s face, accompanied by a selection of hand-drawn card cut-outs, live guitar and pen sketches, was projected up to an onstage screen. The result was all at once dizzying, endearing and with its workings fully on display.

There were tales of dogs working as surgeons (letting themselves down in the search for bones), Mr T – teaching Pythagoras’s theory in downtown Detroit (“I’m gonna make this theory FACT”), and a minimalist take on the difference between a funnel and a tunnel.

At one point, Munnery wrote a review of his own show (“literally rib-breaking”), before admitting that all theatrical ratings run only to marks out of five but no higher – especially in comparison with science, which can measure the most microscopically small to the universally vast.

Bearing this in mind, Fylm was very, very, very, very, very, very funny, and here’s hoping Munnery would approve of that description.