The evening was almost upstaged, unintentionally, by Susan, the sign language interpreter. A consummate professional, she soldiered on even when being made to perform Nazi salutes by one of the mischievious comedians on the bill, to great hilarity.

Otherwise, the night was a mixed bag, with some acts falling short of the mark. Steve Bustin compered with great charm and assurance, achieving a good rapport with the audience, and a highlight of the evening was transexual comedienne Claire Parker.

However, the evening belonged to the precociously talented Robert White. With his quickfire wit and relentless energy reminiscent of Lee Evans, he had the audience in the palm of his hand. This very gifted young man is surely destined for great things, and justifiably so.