He’s so cute. Male or female, gay or straight, that has to be your first thought when Martin comes on stage. I know it was mine. With his bowl cut hair, stripey polo shirt and whimsical expression, he looks like an overgrown eight-year-old. A sarcastic New York drawl and a deadpan expression complete the look, as Martin delves into his own subconscious and plucks out a truly inspiring world.

At the request of his psychoanalyst Dr Earnest Parrot, Martin takes us through five random moments in his life, in an effort to cure a rare but lethal psycho-emotional condition that threatens to take over his whole existence. It’s scary stuff alright. Combining a rather cute projection presentation with stand-up, guitar, piano and harmonica, Martin is brilliant as the multi-performer, entertainer extraordinaire.

Overall, Dr Earnest Parrot Presents Demetri Martin is a rather weird performance. Whilst Martin’s delivery is snappy and on cue, he seems to rely too heavily on Monty Pythonesque groan punchlines. This can get somewhat annoying, once you’ve worked out the formula and can see the joke coming; however, this is offset by his amazing ability to manipulate the audience in a way that is reminiscent of a child’s performance in front of doting family members: every eye is pinned on his smallest movement, searching for the quick in-joke or offhand comment, and praise is lavished on him after every pause. It makes for a magical performance, but he really needs to add some personality.