Alasdair is at pains to point out that we had tickets before Stevie blew up on Taskmaster this year. It’s always an interesting proposition, watching a more off-beat stand-up post-Taskmaster (too many hyphenates, I’m so sorry) - do they soften to appeal to the more populist audience? Do they double down? Stevie broadly opts for the latter, the easier choice when unlike John Kearns she’s not reliant on a bald cap and fake teeth for her persona. An inadvertent moment of unintentional jeopardy when the audience notices the low battery warning on her laptop and assumes it’s part of the bit rather than warning her. It’s a deceptively layered, written show, underpinning her effortless charm. There’s a beautiful joke about the three types of Shakespeare plays. It’s very me.