As the caffeine levels depleted throughout the progressions of a long and tedious day, I arrived at the university's Delph Bar with a twitching leg and a longing anticipation for comedy. Hopefully, tonight's acts would help me burn off the rest of the evil brown substance through the medium of incredibly satanic laughter.

Whilst the crowd numbers had depleted considerably each consecutive week, I felt proud to call myself a comedy club 'regular', and attained a seat without hassle.

First up was my personal favourite comedy compere Dan Nightingale, who had me in stitches with his brilliant use of observational gags, which included the themes of sweat bands, sound FX and gay jokes. This got the whole room laughing hysterically, and the night was off to a cracking start.

Our first act for the evening was BBC3 New Comedy Awards runner-up Greg Cook, who appeared on stage with beer in hand sporting a host of tattoos, a Hawaiian shirt and Jim Royle styled vest. Greg's clever use of publicised lies and interesting props (which ranged from a huge bong to a packet of Bernard Matthews 'Turkey Ham'), created an abstract yet seriously funny set.

He covered themes of politics, daytime television and red Indians; all of which were welcomed by the masses to huge applauses considering the poor turn-out. Greg also made clever puns with common terms, forming the best act of the evening. Quite simply, Greg was a pleasure to watch. I hope he returns again in a future performance.

After a swift twenty-minute interval (maybe due to the caffeine coursing trough my veins), compere Dan was back to whip up the crowds. Embarrassingly, he chose me as the subject for his 're-warm-up' and I felt the coffee rush excel to new levels as the room moved their seats to face me. My mother would be so proud.

After a hilarious few minutes (of which I seemed the culprit of his gags), Dan introduced our next act; unadvertised comic Chris Brooker. In a remarkably short set which lasted just a few minutes, Chris covered the themes of irony, Derby and ginger hair. Very funny, and just a shame there wasn't more of it.

Following Chris came another relative newcomer Dave Longley, who started his set with the theme of bullying. He depicted his 'penis problem' and childhood experiences, before reaching to other themes such as homosexuality, AIDS, honey bees and children's television. A weird combination of ideas that formed a very funny set. A quality bit of comedy club gold.

Following Chris, headlining comedian and City Life comedian of the year Seymour Mace strolled on stage.

It was at this point and almost inevitably, that the lengthy evening began to take a toll on some of the lesser welcomed members of the audience - one of which answered his phone mid-set and had a conversation with his friend.

His rudeness was paralleled by an overweight annoyance named Dave, who heckled the comedians continually until the entire room appeared collectively peeved with his loud mouth. If you're reading this week's review Dave, I'd advise you stay in next week and watch some late night telly. You can talk through that as much as you want.

The increased rudeness of the table behind me must have influenced Seymour's set slightly, and he provided a so-so performance with a small collection of funny gags. He covered the themes of women, sign language and fancy dress - and coupled with a few gags I've heard elsewhere - formed a rather disappointing headliner after better material had been supplied by Greg and Dan earlier in the night.

I guess it was just a bad day for Seymour, and I felt truly sorry for him thanks to the collection of what Dan called "Cock-knuckles" situated behind me. Given a better audience, I don't doubt that Seymour would have had us eating from the palm of his hand, but with the increased distractions I found it difficult to concentrate on his quirky punch-lines.

The evening ended with a heckle battle between distracting Dave and disgusted Dan, which showed that the compere was in fact the funniest act of the whole night. I recommend that Dan gets drunk before a comedy club at every performance. He was a true legend of wit and sarcasm.

Next week we have Jim Jeffries, Jason Manford and compere Patrick Monahan blessing the stage. Should be worth a look (if you're not a fat man called Dave). Support your local comedy night and get yourselves out. Ladies and gents, it's been emotional. I'll see you down the Delph.