It has been said that you can go further with charisma and just a little bit of talent than you can on pure talent alone. That maxim surely applies to Danny Bhoy.

Undeniably amusing and disarmingly charming, it is hard to shake the feeling that this is a funny man who has escaped the work-a-day comedy club circuit and somehow blagged his way to headliner status.

Performing to a half-empty Corn Exchange (well, Jimmy Carr was playing two shows in the Dome next door), Bhoy did what you would expect from a comedian. He told some jokes, a couple of anecdotes and chucked in a bit of banter - nothing more, nothing less.

So we had gags about Scottish food officially being the worst in the world, how Glaswegians are adept at coming up with odd alcoholic concoctions come closing time (Gin and Vimto anyone?) and the sheer musical horror of the bagpipes.

Okay, so he's Scottish and the culture-clash comedy worked well on occasion, but at worst it became reminiscent of the kind of outdated "have you ever noticed?" comedy which divides the audience rather than brings them together under a banner of hilarity.

Neither inept nor particularly polished, Bhoy inhabits that mediocre comedy ground which fails to linger in the memory longer than the time it takes to exit the venue.

Charisma, it seems, really can only take you so far.