If you want good training for dealing with hecklers at your comedy show, surely being a school teacher is ideal. Farrow has taught RE and Philosophy in East London, in a school in Special Measures because of potential radicalisation. An audience at Offbeat therefore holds no fear!

Immediately engaging, Farrow told us he'd been made to wait in a cupboard so he could burst onto stage in a dramatic entrance. He was, as you might expect, good at summing us up, identifying those who'd be good at participating. There was plenty to participate in, including a quiz - is it a quote from Nietzsche or a popular song lyric? In a theatrical touch he read the quiz questions off his notepad, only to reveal afterwards the page showed a drawing of Zeno's Paradox: he'd memorised the questions.

The first half of the show focussed on Farrow's childhood, how he met philosophy, his love of goth metal and New Atheism. Farrow freely admitted he was a bellend as a teenager, and pitted against his teachers. That he became a teacher was through his relationship with his grandmother, and that provided some of the most heartfelt moments of the show. It was quite moving, impressively so for a show with so many penises in, both verbal and pictorial.

The second half was mostly about teaching, with students asking tough lessons about arranged marriage and whether democracy was mentioned in the Quran. Again, it was funny, but also moving. Being ordered to teach that democracy is good, by the school management, is funny but of course helping kids to see that such Western ideas can be compatible with being a British Muslim is huge, important and serious. Fortunately we lightened things up with a lesson on East London slang, curiously full of snakes and pagans. I love teaching anecdotes, and could happily sit through a whole show of this.

There were a couple of jokes where the audience could see what was round the corner, and Farrow got surer of himself as we went along, but his timekeeping was superb (again, as you'd expect), and we neatly ran out of time for the joke to which that was the punchline. We ended with more nob drawings, and an invitation to the bar. If you want to catch the show, it's heading up to Edinburgh. Don't forget to bone up on Animal Farm before you go.