After hearing the announcement that concluded last week's show alerting the crowd as to the arrival of Comedy Club favourite Jim Jeffries, I was pleased upon my arrival to the Delph to see a much healthier turn-out than those witnessed over previous weeks.

A group of friends who had arrived before me had kindly offered to save me a seat, though it wasn't mentioned that they were sat right at the front - a place reserved for those of great courage and a huge sense of humour. Praying that I wouldn't get picked on again like last week, I settled nicely with a beer awaiting the arrival of popular compere Patrick Monohan.

Pat appeared to have very little written material but elaborately used his audience to provide a great introduction to the show. After learning that a host of regular attendees studied Media at the university, Pat re-enacted a rather abstract short film on stage, depicting three witches, a birthday girl, a camp man and a donkey; with Pat narrating the story. Absolutely hilarious stuff.

After nearly falling off my chair in a giggle-fit, I cheered as loudly as I could to welcome our first act Jason Manford on stage.

Looking like a fat Michael Owen and with all the mannerisms of Peter Kay, Jason provided one of the best support act performances of the season so far. His confidence and wit were complimented by a collection of hilarious themes, which covered public toilets, theft and crime.

Jason also did one of the best impressions of compering regular Brendan Riley I've ever seen in a brilliant gag about Liverpool, and I was exhausted with laughter by the time the interval was called. It's no wonder he won the North-West Comedian of the Year award after only four gigs. A true master of observational comedy.

After the interval came female comedian Liz Stevens. Whilst not as confident as our opening act, Liz did provide a collection of great laughs during her short set. We were treated to several jokes about university, sex and children's toys for girls, which were delivered brilliantly.

Following Liz's set came yet another heckle on my behalf as I was caught jotting down a few lines for this review. Compere Patrick tried desperately for me to reveal my email address so that members of the audience could send me obscene emails about the show. Whilst I deniably stood my ground and gained a few giggles, the heckle did wonders for publicity of the BBCi website so no harm was done bar a scuff off my pride.

As if saved by the bell, Pat's announcement of Australian comic Jim Jeffries had the masses on the edge of their seats'. I've seen Jim at least once before, and remember him particularly for his love of porn and talent for retaliating heckles. I could feel that this was going to be a show to remember.

Having presented a show for the Adult TV channel which was mentioned in the set, Jim's continued references to porn were hilarious to watch. Whilst his crude imagery had many people screwing up their faces, particularly the story of him losing a vibrating 'egg' which cannot be expanded-upon here, Jim talked about the disabled and included jokes about international culture.

He also threw back much worse then he was heckled when tipsy attendees began shouting out to him. Another example of Jim's brilliant wit and humour.

Jim's set ended with a poem with a cruel twist at the end, but just went to show how funny Jim's act was. After leaving and being ordered back by the roars of an encore, Jim supplied a further ten minutes of comedy that rounded up the whole night. Jim Jeffries, I salute you.

Next week is the last but one show of the season, with Rhys Darby, Neil Delamere and compere Mark Olver. It has most definitely been emotional. Get yourselves down the Delph next week.