Jason Manford is, by his own admission, not a dangerous comic. He’s no Frankie Boyle or Jimmy Carr (thank goodness). He’s an authentic, affable, middle of the road, very likeable host, who strives to be instantly relatable.

The fact that he managed to keep his audience engaged last night for hours without any props, TV screens or foul language, is a testament to the strength of his material.

Manford grew up on a council estate in Manchester and now struggles with the fact he’s raising well-heeled kids in Stockport with a penchant for hummus and quinoa.

The contrast provides rich pickings for his inverted snob of a brother which forms the basis of his hugely popular Muddle Class show which has been touring for many months.

Manford showed no signs of fatigue, however, and his delivery felt fresh – his interaction with the audience was superb.

There was no interval (Jason followed on from a rather quirky support act).

Other strong material was when he turned his attention to the parent-killing tendencies of Disney.

But the most poignant part was at the end of the night, when he closed with words of comfort for those in the audience who find life a struggle at times.

He admitted he’s had several low points in his life and he closed by saying that just because you’re struggling, doesn’t mean you’re failing.

All in all, a heart-warming, life-affirming and very funny show.