Colin Hoult has the kind of stage presence a lot of comedians must aspire to.

Bursting into the Theatre Box in his ‘sexy suit’ (“I feel like I’m wearing a trifle. Wearing these trousers is like being licked”) he moved enthusiastically around the space, setting the tone for a performance that combined his innate physicality with sharply observed reflections about growing up in Nottingham.

A raconteur who doesn’t miss a beat, Hoult carried the audience along with him, with asides and anecdotes adding layers to the theme of a show based around the question: “Who made the glass move on the Ouija board that Christmas when I was seven?”

Blessed with the good fortune of having a family even more bonkers than the average individual, Hoult makes no apology of the fact that he uses his parents and siblings as comedic subjects, and crafts a rich cast of characters who come to life with his skilful mimicry.

His hilarious yet affectionate impression of his father, woven brilliantly into the act, is so colourful it is even channelled by a member of the audience in the final scene.

Hoult’s talent as a comedy writer and performer are undeniable. More please!

Four stars