To me, there is nothing wrong with a show that unremittingly elicits a smile without having the audience rolling around screaming, ‘Stop, stop, I’ve wet myself!’ Corinne Grant’s Faking It, a collection of memories and anecdotes ranging from her childhood to her time at Rove Live, does exactly this. Its warm, gentle humour rarely fades and, in many ways, her ability to maintain a constant level of grin-worthy material puts her ahead of the multitude of acts that may have you guffawing one minute and wondering whether you can ask for your money back the next.

Grant admitted that Faking It was her first stand-up show at the Festival in five years; a remarkable fact given the ease of her delivery. She has found a comedy niche that seems to suit her ideally – the personable, young auntie-figure who can tell an amusing yarn without ever crossing into nasty or embarrassing territory – and carried it out with an effortless professionalism. On the Wednesday night that I saw her, she admitted to having a cold. While other comics might have let it get in the way, Grant quipped about the whiskey she was hiding behind the lectern, took a sip halfway through the show when she was ‘getting snotty’ and continued on as if in good health.

Her repartee with the audience is natural and fun and, while she doesn’t have the brilliant timing of some of her peers, she makes up for it by creating a buoyant, comfortable atmosphere.