"Gravesend is just the most depressing place name isn't it?" – Joel Dommett.

It was clear from the start that he wasn't that keen on his next tour destination, ripping it out of the town for its golden trio of Primark, Wetherspoons and McDonalds at the top of the High Street.

Despite this, he began to win the audience over, with visual jokes aimed at the audience (see: lazer).

His humour is definitely not safe for work in places, reciting the story of how everyone has possibly seen a little bit too much of him after an unfortunate (some could say stupid) internet encounter.

But it wasn't this which made this a great show.

He worked the crowd, picking on people including an unsuspecting fan, who ended up on stage air drumming to Papa Roach.

Joel's music taste, to me, is fantastic and welcomed people in to take their seats playing the kind of music I listened to when I was 15 – this was a recurring theme, with one of my favourite jokes being a gag on an incredibly long intro to a Korn song.

At one point, a member of the audience took charge of a confetti cannon and was given the brief of letting it off at the point he feels like, but instead, said crowd-member went for possibly the most inappropriate time to press the button, leaving everyone in hysterics and gasping for breath.

One criticism is that he began the show in a manner which left you wondering whether he'd actually written any material, desperately improvising.

But he soon got into his stride, and his scripted material won over the crowd, taking their laughter to another level.

Overall, he's definitely a likeable character and put on a show which took the edgy and the daft and mashed them together perfectly.

A hat tip definitely goes to the guy with the confetti button, cool drummer guy Zach, and a member of floor staff who definitely didn't deserve what was aimed at him.

Toot toot!