Thanks to the superb acts witnessed at last week’s Comedy Club, I was in high hopes of another quality evening. Having arrived at the Delph, and whilst enjoying a cheap pint and a roll-up cigarette, the lights went up, the music started, and the faces of the eager masses lit up as our compere for the evening, Jarred Christmas, stumbled onto the stage.

Jarred’s natural humour provided a superb warm-up for the first of the evening’s acts, and after a rather lengthy introduction, Brummie comedienne Karen Bayley entered the spotlight.

Karen supplied some rather crude sexual innuendoes, which kept the males in the audience entertained, whilst also providing gags on an array of topics, from the Birmingham Bull Ring to regional accents. She asked around the audience for anyone from around her geographic region, to which I appeared to be the only person that cheered. Embarrassing, but it raised a collective giggle none-the-less.

Despite Karen’s own distinct Brummie accent, the audience warmed to her humour and sincerely applauded her efforts as she left the stage. Her act had been relatively funny, but the real reason for our attendance, headliner Rob Rouse, was a savour that we would not be enjoying until after the interval.

Sadly, we were deprived of a second support act due to unknown circumstances, although this also meant that our headlining act would have more time to amuse us.

So, after a short break, another pint and a chat with a few members of the jeering masses, our compere Jarred Christmas returned to the stage to whip up our excitement before the main act. Jarred asked for the audience to shout random animals out to him, to which he would come up with a punch line if they were ‘crossed’. This kept us entertained until the legend that is Glastonbury 2003 presenter Rob Rouse was introduced, and energetically burst onto the stage.

Rob is a very popular act at the university’s comedy nights, and in keeping up with our expectations, provided another great set. Rob’s humour was very physically demanding, and he delivered some well-timed stream of consciousness observations regarding love, alcohol, and family pets, whilst leaping around, pulling faces and putting on accents. Rob’s realistic yet exaggerated themes supplied a comic hit that is rarely rivalled at the venue, and the crowd enjoyed every moment of his presence on stage.

So as the evening came to a close, I left with a smile on my face and a cramping pain in my left side. Was I about to have a heart attack, or had I been well and truly entertained? I think it was the latter. Next week, we welcome TV and radio sovereign Adam Bloom with support from Dave Williams, Nat Coombs and resident compere Steve Williams. Look out on BBCi for the review.