While his panel-show appearances may give a suggestion of mere geniality, Catastrophe, his co-creation with Sharon Horgan, provides more indicators of Delaney's live persona – a nothing-is-off-limits approach and some perhaps unexpected warmth.

An immense likeability allows him to do some taboo-breaking: he gets to puncture political correctness not just as a vicarious thrill for the audience, but rounds back to real life, showing his decency by not giving in to these 'unspeakable' instincts of which he speaks.

Delaney is tremendously comfortable in a relatively small venue – as this is nearly a year into his current tour, he must be accustomed to eyeballing punters. I didn't quite see the relevance of the Meat tour's title during or after his performance (aside from his carnivorous love of Ocado and geniusly linking it with a thought about those who perpetrate drone-strikes) but the scatalogical chat made it entirely appropriate. What else is at play but a face-off between physicality and intellect? Between flesh and soul? Between wanting to physically fight family members / masturbate virtuosically / chain-eat and actually remaining somehow loyal / moral / alive?

The Glee Club is a great venue for great comedy. The main act has nowhere to hide, so I can imagine awkwardness mounting rapidly if the set is sub-par. All my prematurely-middle-aged boxes are also ticked by being able to (a) sit down (b) eat whilst being entertained – all the better for hearing about Rob Delaney's favourite bit of overheard misogyny ever, his unbreakable bond with his defecating child, his mother's joke suggestions, and so on, and so on...