The first thing that struck me about Daniel, as he sauntered onto the stage, was the fact that he's tidied himself up a lot since the last time he appeared in Cardiff. Trimmed beard, and tidy haircut, with some nice casual clothes as well...although he did get five minutes of laughs from pointing out that he'd spilled tea on his shirt just before reaching the stage.

The theme of the evening, as he so elegantly put it, "It's all about death".  And on the face of it, that was pretty much true, as he told the story of how a favourite aunt of his had died around Christmas last year.

But with Kitson, there's always so much more. For 90 minutes he took us all on a journey which used existentialism, simple but beautifully thought out philosophy, daft puns, nob gags, and of course, filth of the most pant-wettingly funny variety.

In essence, Kitson was trying to make sense of a world where terrible things can happen to innocent people, while going on to prove that life is worth the living. The line "Obsessing about death is like going into a Chinese take-away, and only looking at the English meals section of the menu: you're missing out on so many good things" is going to stay with me for a long time.

There were a large number of first timers watching Daniel this time around, which may have accounted for the fact that his stammer was more prominent than before (due to a bit of nervousness); but again this has never hampered Kitson's work, and you really have to admire the bravery - or maybe sheer bloody-mindedness - of a man with a speech impediment, who earns his living talking in front of total strangers.

Whether it was ranting at the fact there were four empty seats in the front row of the theatre, describing people who put milk in Earl Grey tea in the most vicious way possible, or just hearing the line, "Once into an open fire, and twice into my own face" (if you were there, you'll know exactly what I mean), Kitson's control of his audience and his way with words and ideas once again showed that he really is a class apart when it comes to stand-up comedy.

It was clear from talking to people after the show that the newcomers loved every minute, and us die-hard fans also got more than our money's worth. So hurry back soon Mr Kitson, you're army of fans in Cardiff is growing rapidly... and we promise not to mention "lattes" at all the next time you're in town.