Whenever I hear an accent hailing from my neck of the woods in Wolverhampton, it fills me with a sense of interest at how daft I must have once sounded before I arrived in Lincoln. Tonight's headliner Sean Percival comes from the neighbouring town of Dudley, the home of comedy great Lenny Henry and an act that has had me screaming out in laughter on several occasions before now.

Despite the initially poor turn-out due to the football on TV, the venue gradually filled to a reasonable amount by the time the show kicked off. On jumped witty comedy-compere Patrick Monahan who supplied a lengthy set of hilarious audience observations. Basing the majority of the warm-up on crowd participation, Patrick supplied brilliant gags about university degree courses and chavs which were all well-received by the audience.

After a lot of surreal, abstract (and at times insane) references to alternative ways to spend the evening, our support act Juliet Meyers approached the stage.

Juliet's confidence was a really attractive thing about her act. It had the crowd almost leaning forward as she dragged us in with her gags only to throw us back out when the punch-line hit. This was definitely the sign of a good comedienne.

Supplying jokes on feminism, travelling, sexuality and religion - not to mention continuous use of the 'c' word - Juliet found her crowd's tone and provided a great set that had me in stitches with her witty observations and social judgments.

After the interval we were supplied with yet more of Patrick's hilarious gags including a nice bit of ad-libbing with Students' Union President applicant Tom Whatney, who did well at answering Patrick's 'on-the-spot' questions. Finally and without further a-do headline act Sean Percival entered the limelight with long hair dangling over his face and a t-shirt which looked like someone had attacked him with a paintbrush.

Sean's set is based on witty everyday observations and rather crude images which Sean's descriptiveness helps to emphasise. Covering the themes of sport, road safety, drugs, Amsterdam and the Dudley bypass, I was in hysterics at Sean's set.

A master of comedy timing and dramatic pause, Sean supplied a great set of giggles and formed a great alternative to staying in and watching football. Sadly and rather unusually, the masses failed to demand an encore and the evening ended earlier than usual as some people obviously had other things on their mind.

Whilst the venue could have done with being just that little bit fuller, those that did attend all seemed to leave with an embossed grin on their faces. So as legendary compere Patrick Monahan waved us all goodbye for another week, I left the building in the confirmed opinion that this had been another successful night of comedy.

Next week is the last but one of the current season, so if you haven't been to Comedy Club yet, get yourselves out. Yet again folks, it's been emotional, I'll see you down the Delph.